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Down in the park where the machmen meet The machines and play ‘Kill-by-numbers’ Down in the park with a friend called ‘Five’ I was in a car crash or was it the war? Well, I’ve never been quite the same Little white lies like I was there Come to Zom-Zom’s, a place to eat Like… Continue reading
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But a klaxon made me come out of the angle where I was beginning to die of an angel’s dream. — Albert-Birot Continue reading
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The rain streams and streams and I don’t know how to take it or how to enjoy it It doesn’t seem real like the parched earth did The wind blows the gray rain And the large green leaves The weather shifted over this place on the earth And made it a new place, even though… Continue reading
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Sunlight-Colored Roses 