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Debussy's in the air Satie's in the sea Gershwin's growing in the ground how much more beauty can there be Einstein's up in orbit Newton's sitting 'neath a tree Schrodinger's both here and there so where should I be Naruda conquered love Bukowski; Reality Ginsberg Howled all the rest what thought is left for me I'd like to say something never said before something of wonder, profundity here it comes here it comes I'm coming up empty
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
There's always space for empty
Debussy's in the air Satie's in the sea Gershwin's growing in the ground how much more beauty can there be Einstein's up in orbit Newton's sitting 'neath a tree Schrodinger's both here and there so where should I be Naruda conquered love Bukowski; Reality Ginsberg Howled all the rest what thought is left for me I'd like to say something never said before something of wonder, profundity here it comes here it comes I'm coming up empty
Is this name dropping? How well does 'Gershwin's growing in the ground' roll off the tongue!? (even if it doesn't make any sense)
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
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