The trees that hide
The yellow mushrooms
You can't take these things forever
Mix with life, whate'er the weather
And never look yourself in the eye.
The broad-hipped mommy said that
I was very interesting.
She was thinking of investing
Then I cracked the code
We want to run away from cities
All these folk, & their self pity,
It's really not a joke.
Bespoke dreams are what I'm sold
I want them now, before I get old.
They told me: "love your fellow man,"
And so I did, and here I am.
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