BAILEY'S COTTON CANDY
When the hedgerow is cut down, all
I'll see is the rest of this island. I'm a
white-man jerk, trying to get a tan.
The stock-cars shoot by me, and all
I do is whistle. My arm is in a cast,
and my leg is wrapped in gauze. That
was a slight accident I had, nothing too
much, just a motorcycle grazing the sun.
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