Otis

all together now?brown paper bag and a fire for oneall together now?
in the cold
cold
porch
backlit with home.
Bob Dylan is telling everyone I break just like a little girl.
Im singing along, though.
Im dancing along, though. And Im wishing he hadnt left even though
its good he did.
Paint a scary man down and
wash him over
white
white
white.
He now lives trapped in a [rainbow] prison
forever, forever.
your mother needs some color and
my intuition needs some tuning,
I see-
--
please feel free to visit my gallery!
~arcquidrone
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I Ain't No Abacus, But You Can Count On Me
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