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less than tall buildings with no more grace and it's funny how we're all so crouched together it never made a difference one world walk chant for the lullaby grave we'll sleep better we tell ourselves put elbows on matresses rest chins on palms and look so interested in what in what's being said rolls over sells another set of pans (or whatever you do) and rattles on...

2003-11-19 | 6:53 p.m.
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