Thursday, January 13

Mostly noises-

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                     I hang my coat up in the first bar
                       There is no peace that I've found so far

                    The laughter penetrates my
silence
                      As drunken men find flaws in science;





                                 ---;




I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground;


      I pray that something picks me up
    & sets me down in your [ warm arms ]

                                    .

- xxxxx -

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