Hey Man!
I was a quick wet boy diving too deep for coins.
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys.
Then when the cops close the fair.
I cut my long baby hair.
Stole me a dog earred map and called for you everywhere.
Have I found you? Flightless Bird, jealous, weeping or lost you. American mouth.
Big pill looming.
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