before we set sail we tuned in. listen
amidst juniper berry folklore of the lands yet to be seen with the rabbits that certainly never existed
like leaves around a tree. my grains are numbered. the number 23
in the event of wrongful surfacing insert self here
when the lights go out the lights go on
guitar in hand and telling tales of bicycle rides by the sea... chesire
ray of light. radiant energy full of henry and heavy with trouble
gathering in the empire of the fat cat in order to set the scene
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