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God gave mankind that old Rock and Roll
So maybe just maybe it can save my soul
God gave to mankind them old moody blues
So that my good friend is path I choose
So here I sit
And strum my guitar
And with each note
I wage holy war
A thumbtack to the heart,
a momentary migraine,
suffocation in a hiccup.

Every few hours
my body sends a  meager glimpse
of what's in store.


But smoke
is a fine pesticide.



And the weather is nice



just ask the mosquitoes.
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