well you say i owe you something
what could that be
if
it's one of those weeks where the liquore store guy
is
i gotta plow i gotta reap
i gotta till but i'm
danilla is a girl with
an accordian
and everybody says
what's that thing
she
i want to read about nkrumah
i got my own seat
broked hearts, yo-yo's, bonfires
too hot to get near
in the middle
gotta clean out basement
build the new punk club
wading through the
candy with a cigar between chipped teeth
legs straddling the newspaper
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