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Exit Wounds (No KM, aka B, email reply...so..a song)
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In the belly of the cyberClops,
Polyphemus, I come to rest,
tucked between content snippet pre-header
144 and 146
I am waiting, waiting in line
I am waiting, waiting for reply.
I left my extra pair of reading glasses
in your shuttle cargo bay
hoping you'd call when you return from your mission,
return from your mission in May
I am straining, straining, to see
I am straining, straining to read...between the lines.
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold.
Thought I saw a fleck of joy on the face of my
chronically depressed friend, Dorene
Happiness rolls up like a good cigar
in the back seat of a white stretch limousine
We are riding, riding for free.
We are riding, riding sweet memories.
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold.
back
Polyphemus, I come to rest,
tucked between content snippet pre-header
144 and 146
I am waiting, waiting in line
I am waiting, waiting for reply.
I left my extra pair of reading glasses
in your shuttle cargo bay
hoping you'd call when you return from your mission,
return from your mission in May
I am straining, straining, to see
I am straining, straining to read...between the lines.
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold.
Thought I saw a fleck of joy on the face of my
chronically depressed friend, Dorene
Happiness rolls up like a good cigar
in the back seat of a white stretch limousine
We are riding, riding for free.
We are riding, riding sweet memories.
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold
No visible exit wounds. The walls may hold.
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