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First of the Season
04:46
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Got It figured out
I got a plan
burn the growth, clear cut the land
pull out the stumps, dig out the roots
it doesn't matter
it has to go!
Push to favor quantity
handle the machine
in due time water it down
stretch it out and keep your lines straight.
So i can plant the seeds, by the thousands
nurture and grow, so they take root.
trim it down, bask in it's glory
but the roots will never grow as deep.
Bed out
keep your eyes on your work
keep your lines straight
take pride in your hard work
keep your eye on the minutiae
what else could you want?
Maybe I've been cloned
among the spores beneath our home.
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Remember that you're young
Remember that the world is rife with meaning
Remember that you're boldened
Remember that you taste your anger like burning leaves
Come say hello and watch the sun set with me
Bower ponds looks like glass out there this very evening
Overhang with a word about the many ways you'd break it
Make light of falling but hold the rail, tight
(with a word) about how you have the Prime Minister's ear
how he bought you a watch for Christmas
how the country is made right by all of your well wishes
write a poem on a napkin,
watch the water absorb & bleed the word
and say you had it all committed to memory
The dusk hangs over you like a cowl
and with your Dad's big black rifle
jump the log and run like hell
Down at the welcome table
run your mouth of then,
your 18 years are all you need.
Go and do likewise.
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Such sweetness in my view where the angle repose
St. Stephen talismans you
Bend with the wind as it presses you low
You're the brave one, little dare
In this town they all know my name,
my belly's full but still crave samsara
There's safety in numbers in the holy phone glow
I have a story to tell you...
What's golden once was open
The road is long, the lanes are wide
& scorn the sunsets
that I don't watch it
I am off to glory
Give my sweet regards to the local weekly
I am off to glory
Give my books to London,
but burn my notebooks in the yard
From the mountain,
every single streetlight looks like stars
I am off to glory
I remember I had something to tell you...
I am off to glory
and when I get it, I'll hold it
I am off to glory
and I had something to tell you.
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