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sometimes, life just sings
with a cavernous beauty
we take deep breaths
and let the water rush through
Other times, the bugs get at you
skin sticky, you get bothered
and yet, other times, it is cold spring
it gets under the skin
I don't want to do shit
and so you don't
activities that you love are triangles
and the boring get more boring
same opinions, same story
who's reading it
don't bring a country instrument to the way out
they just won't let you in
and if they do, they won't like it
the device which turns the world on
is so elusive, and driven by an edgy desire
try to get it
& blow it out your blow hole