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  • gold and silver played with the music all the night
    you couldn't understand why they were calling you their baby jesus
    wood crosses set up on the burning lawns were said to be just mood candle light
    mountain lace covered the rest of that night's world become mist for the hardend blind
    you lost count of the diamonds you snorted, the pearls that tried to make you a freak for a fee
    still you never knew how you got dressed up as the three Wise men of fools
    all the hands touching your's, as you couldn't find the right words in French to say, trying to lock all the doors

    Everyone together doing all their Meds have got the nuclear family jango down
    Doesn't matter if you Toured or were ever on the Darkland's parks and rec show
    No one counting if you really knew Marilyn or the Countess of York, The Aristotle's, Trotsky to long ago
    They clapped when you finally got free, charges dismissed but no rights to a universal Passport, ever again
    stunned when you pulled a gun, starting shooting up your own place, shouting Fuck Prison, Fuck Parole!

    Your publisher said your next work was just like an exquisite dance of the sole survivor who temporarily has lost his/her voice
    The party went on and on leaving everyone almost dead
    one for the books
    a total trash
    Party of the ages
    rumors were you were the true brother of Gatsby
    and people went crazy, dug up the back yards in a treasure hunt for the cocaine ruby gold

    You just shrugged with a smile knowing it was all next door
    Sat like the Buddha Fitzgerald
    let the sun come up in fiction
    the earth spin answering all the questions for the next quiz
    The last Roman's light the new fires with Nuclear precision
    trying to make everyone bow to the Western World rockets in play

    Oh yes, what a party... Man's last stand without a extinction care....
    The Chinese and the Indians, winking, smiling, deciding to sit this one out
    While the russians were always asking anyone-everyone, to be their bbf's
    The Brit's may have just shit, but it was the cleanest I'd ever had seen, but blamed the smell of it on the Dutch
    The countries that could, just tried getting out of the way, moved to New Zealand without forwarding address
    Me? Well ... let's just say I decided 50 years ago not to use their rules, those games and chose to play a different way..
    hs 8115

    almost Sunday news
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