HAND ME DOWN
And take me to the moon,
the side I've not been before.
Put me in that solar car,
always running, and -
Mother - come home,
through this pasteurized
gloom, past the gloaming
where I roam.
where I roam.
Once I lose, I lose.
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The magnificent reality is paved
with gel from ten thousand hearts
in the clearing. Hand me down again.
What were all those stories you told?
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