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Thursday, February 25, 2010

Poor as the Hills that Prophet Was or Let's Go, Okay?

Grab your barbed wire and bean sprouts,
we are going to smash that lake water with our feet,
harmonica your face,
take the buffalo to Georgia,
and put some turquoise on my finger.

Lawless and wreckless and artist,
re-wired you would be.
Posted by SarahJames* at Thursday, February 25, 2010

1 comment:

Brett Elizabeth Jenkins said...

Uh, I like you. And this.


/b

March 5, 2010 at 3:27 PM

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