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Summertime or Why not take all of me

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There he goes again.
Into the belly of the beast.
No…
Here’s where the narrative shifts.
From Hey, things good.
To The doorbell keeps ringing, but there’s no one there.
It hurts
In my nervous system
I’m Continue reading Summertime or Why not take all of me

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Imagine too again I’m old

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You and me.
Walking on earth.
That’s the only way I’ll listen.
Every other time you want to bring it up.
I’m not.
I’m out.
On a call.
Working out.
Finishing dishes.
In the middle of something.
I just don’t Continue reading Imagine too again I’m old

Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s

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That’s what I was telling him.
That’s exactly what I was telling him.
Lenny come in here screaming and hollering with —
“I don’t have my hat. When I get my hat that’s when you’ll see.”
Scratchin the pool table,
Bending over his stick like “hmmmmm.”
Serious as coffee.
What is that? Hey! What is that?
Hey! Hey!
Don’t be Continue reading Boulevard of Broken Bus Stop’s