a car a train a bus a train a plane another plane a tram and a car and now i am in Boulder
from flat to mountain and community house hidden in a rich neighborhood like stealth hope in secret
there were three angels that sang upon a paper bird
there was the one we missed too much of
there was the girl that fucked a Swede and didn't like it and wanted to make sure i knew
there was a pint glass and another and an empty chase
i pissed on a crate and didn't get my feet wet
and i woke up to music
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