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the tomcat kept calling, out by the front door, his cries were quite piercing, now he calls no more

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he just moved from one place, where it smelled like Nice, to that kind of hovel, where people get lice

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he dwells in that one place, where death with life meets, calm mind while he's walking, soft breath while he sleeps

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a friend just went riding, on by past the door, she was in a hurry – I see her no more

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the whispering phoenix, for too long did sit, alone in my closet, all covered in shit

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words are more mighty than brick steel or bone, so guard the tongue wisely or rest in the loam

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I've sure been a bad boy, I've acted the Worm, on blowcaine shrooms whiskey and that sweet sweet sherm

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the choice it is mine if to eat sleep or chill, the one thing I won't do is get back on them pills

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these nuggets are hard and the fries are all gone, let's hit that one drive-through – my hunger is long

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a mean guy's inside me, but he's not alone, we'll all evolve slowly, together as one

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the pain it's kept sinking, way on down below, and it's had me thinking, that I couldn't grow

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her eyes they are greener, than yesterday were, perhaps it's this weather, but I'm not too sure

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the old ones are watching, as are those unborn; I'll change up my habits and make some new norms

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trust between strangers, it's rampant and swell, in each room and cranny of this fine hostel

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sometimes it's slap-tagging, and others it's scrawl, but often him whorphan he don't graff at all

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the clouds they are rushing, on by down below, this airplane is flying way too goddamn slow

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some days these wee poems, spring quick from the mind, but not today, oh no – I seek and can't find

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it's real hard to fake, and harder to factor, with chainsaw and tractor and trowel and rake

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this soup is sore lacking, these sweetmeats are stale, but it's my own fault – I buy food through the mail

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these spiders abound here, on rug coat and stair, thank goodness I'm too big to become ensnared

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the grass it does grow here, if I wish or not: I'll rake wash and eat it if that's all I've got

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most cuts on the surface, they heal well and quick, but wounds on the inside stay put and make sick

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he's not much to look at, and he's far from best, but there's not much else than his mettle to test

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this schooner she masters, whitecaps with aplomb, so mop up the mizzen and pass out the rum

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the wild winds are rushing, the ground it is clean, let's cool off our jets now and chill by this stream

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ihr Busen er hängt schief, und weiss wer was noch, ich will doch ein jüngeres, frischeres Loch

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a worn out old tied-down, a moldy small cake, let's torch all this garbage and jump in the lake

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there's not a man next to me, and no soul behind, yet I can still smell him and he reeks just fine