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Larkin walking on the ground Muddy lovers gather round Want to know what lives they've found Uptown, downtown, outoftown. And I see the things they share If they won't care, why should I care? So many shadows overwhelm Until they bust & burst over the helm. Now the boat is on its own The seagulls watching, away they've flown.
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 11:09 AM UTC
I Am Going To Shake Your Piles With My Thunderstorm Feet
Larkin walking on the ground Muddy lovers gather round Want to know what lives they've found Uptown, downtown, outoftown. And I see the things they share If they won't care, why should I care? So many shadows overwhelm Until they bust & burst over the helm. Now the boat is on its own The seagulls watching, away they've flown.
ruth-forberg
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Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 11:09 AM UTC
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