Out, Foul Layer

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Part 1 of Song

A sourness, a foul layer
Sneaky crept in
I didn’t know till Dense

Once was light and blue air
Sun and easy peace
I didn’t care I miss It, I miss it

I am not horse to work I am not no mind robot
I am baby I am kid

You no monster, you no cop
You no wicked old man
Meany old man
You, friend, you partner

Melt crusty heart again
Real me in here, your friend
Oozy soft and Yours

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January 12, 2009

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