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Come with me, come and be free
money trees, and liberty
the welded metal that they say
rusted-went away

A mutt given to the rain,
a dog bone, and a toy train
darlin' ask away I've no shame
I know you're to blame

Maybe it's resonant wood
maybe I played Robin Hood
swirling down insatiable throat
sour scent of rose

Let's go to the place we know
warts, a straw and palindromes
catalyst, bad timing of fists
flailing towards your soul

the flailing pigeons did fall
and the hunger that they bore
was laid down, by your cupboard door
hungry nevermore

envelope glue tastes real bad
your bones shook, I knew they had
darlin I shook them, I was mad
forgive me for that

The rolling hills; boiling still
milk bread and stars for a meal
yer milk bread and stars fill you still
untill yer last meal