Fox Tail

Love that instrument
like my fingers love to dance on string
I said I love that instrument
like my voice loves to have a ring
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Under a corrupt city
The thieves lay low to rest
Roll out stolen frabrics
Talk about plans while others lay to tent
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The sun so high in the sky
on this street:
The street of music from
pounding of feet
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The poker players.
The late-night daters.

We aren't cool. We
left school.
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Miss Totem of Totem School
Wore V-necks and a pair of shoes
Never did care
If others would stare
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You are a moving boom-box floating down my street
No way you'll stop without a loud screech
Your seats are too high
And too uncomfortable
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May Be life will get better
May Be I'll get a Stussy sweater
May Be I'll try to write a letter
May Be I'll try to cry at dinner
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Numbered people
Nowadays,
Are in school With you
They sit in rows
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There once was a child
Pre-teen of the sort
Who loved to climb walls and 'borrow' as a sport
She thought she was the best
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The cut and paste game
No more waste game
No way it's lame
Easy pace game
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What is laughing about...
It's about happiness
It's about companionship
It's about choice
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That numbered person who used to be close to me
Had a laugh that could shake mountains
And crack open coconut trees
Had a soul that was so sweet and warm like a day at the beach
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