God's given me the chance
to write so I waste it on vacant stars,
I'll carry my little treasures like Byron
in my back pocket, my back pocket's too
small, too small the flags of our states are ubiquitous
in vast room, and guess where I am with a man
his head's blown off and chunks are steel &
marble, there's a stage and leather upholstered
couch,
It's a love seat Jackie-O it's a love seat.
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