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Apr 2015
I'm not making much sence these day's
Someone will say somthing and my mind gose off
Down the street-up the stairs-across the hall-out the window-through the tree
scrape, cutt ... oops
to the clouds-through the sky
Hmm, down below it all the people look so small
I wonder if ... wait, who said what again?
That doesn't make any sence
Am I making Sence?
I haven't said anything?
oh... right, ya, that was all in my head
Sorry, it seems these days im not making any sence at all
Does that make sence?
Destre'
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   --- and Arlo Disarray
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