I'M NOT THAT FACT
That waterwheel runs through
every mountain town - there's
a fair and certain meditation in
each hamlet and village along
the way : how one little river
twists and turns and yet touches
ten towns that still call it theirs.
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I won't object, except when they
load it up with superlatives. It's a
peaceful world. And. Then. But.
They arrive. Out car windows and
sidewalk fronts, colloquial music
that affronts : ' I'm swaggin' and
ballin' against all odds. Ayy, I
been fuckin' ho's and poppin'
pillies. Man I feel just like a
rockstar.' : Those are real words in
the world. Now nothing's unspoiled.
But do you see how it happens?
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I hear music when I hear your name.
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