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Aug 2012
Electric water I bite you
  Off again
Sheet rock solder I am your
  Only friend
We meet up weekly
We tell each other lies
I fed the sheep and
We gave our parting tides

Oh yes we get lost
Oh yes we are gone

My, avocado I know you want
  To lead
My, dear Mason to us you
  Are freed
My two faced flower what happened to
  Your lips
Eight is the hour to which the
  Ceiling drips

Oh yes we get lost
Oh yes we are gone
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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   mads and Joan Karcher
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