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Gimme the dregs the sludge at the bottom of the coffee *** in a twelve-ounce paper cup Give me snowmelt Give me the bile in the belly of the earth Give me good, clean american dirt and half-remembered dreams and I'll show you what it means to live honestly. Gimme the sun up on high on the other side of nightfall to tighten the bags under my eyes Give me dandelions Give me a candle for warmth and light Give me the mist in the sky and a spoonful of rice and I'll show you what it feels like to move a molehill.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
the dregs.
Gimme the dregs the sludge at the bottom of the coffee *** in a twelve-ounce paper cup Give me snowmelt Give me the bile in the belly of the earth Give me good, clean american dirt and half-remembered dreams and I'll show you what it means to live honestly. Gimme the sun up on high on the other side of nightfall to tighten the bags under my eyes Give me dandelions Give me a candle for warmth and light Give me the mist in the sky and a spoonful of rice and I'll show you what it feels like to move a molehill.
j-c-lucas
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
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