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Jan 2012
It's bed time here for horses
Hours on new years eve
It's bed time for son of Sam
Killing drilling willing
What a dream
But the children have all spoken
It's time to go to sleep
Blaring speakers
Flowering vines alive
Swimming in the ocean
Sun and salt and skin
A fire place build pillars
Of monumental glory
Fighting dogs
****** broke bottles
Spiders crawling on your roof
Give me stones and boulders to sleep on
And don't whisper in your jersey accent
JL
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