A disclaimer for my lack of education,loss of inspiration,my unnerving quest for affection and my perfunctory shamefulness towards many who are of my relative age.
11.4.11
In My Head
Talk apple and eat words
sing songs like psychedelic birds
the world's a picture hanging on the wall
the shrub in my garden grew so tall
how many lights shook the base?
the adjectives were only a phase.
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