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May 2014
I saw
all of your cassettes
that left
your left hand and
lept
deep into my pocket
where a 5 bill slept
it was quite
warm so in you
crept
and a little bit
of the bits I kept
can be bought
or traded or stolen or
lent
for a limited time only
to those who have wept
in the dark
on strange pathways to stranger yet
steps.
TG Hinchcliff
Written by
TG Hinchcliff  Weed, CA
(Weed, CA)   
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   Jamie King and ---
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