CARSTANS AND CARHART
There's a police lock on your
little head, the one the mailbox
whistle heeds. The four-square
police guy is coming your way.
I never said I never did what
you said I had never done. We
can roll that one down the hill.
Circular reasoning is a fan of
mine. And (taken as a whole),
these thing all come together.
Enid, Oklahoma to Rutland,
Vermont, and back. Now's
the time for living, boys.
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