HI-FOOTIN' THE TAIL END
All things are connected and
the hot-foot runs the photo-flash
whether we choose it or not.
Corn-flakes on my toast and
butter in my coffee.
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My cabin is built at the edge
of the woods, where the bears
come in July to ask me for
favors. I give nothing away, yet
they keep coming back to pay.
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Here is the illustrious Jason,
the keeper of souls. I knew him
ten years ago, when he was
nothing at all.
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