rum and busy work get the party started

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Window, where the grass is always green
I wait for the morning
Sirens wailing
Turkish dawns
And Cantonese landlords
I see myself in the dirt waiting for my next drink of water
a ship sinking into hurricane force waves
See me when I am ambitious
I am nothing without the grass and marlin le cat
The words and songs
And sprinkler system keeping my
Saturday chores alive
They gave me my sight past horizons of low
Outskirt hoods.
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