to come later when the head breaks no more
for there are always cakes no story can tell
we are the bosses except when we are not
we have got to get out of this
well let me just say
i can not see the lights too brightly
the signs reflect stop and yield into the back of my brain
heavy refrains tramping down
clowns find themselves more hilarious than noses
i suppose you have gotten past that
let us live in the minimal
communicate in the subliminal
we are our own messages and we have plenty to say
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