They call out in fun playing as children
happy drunks some unhappy.
Faces appear through the fences.
Falling into each other staggering from
sloshing minds that bath in foam.
I cannot remember hardly any thing now
the streets consume me from the inside
out and I would like to be like you safe.
Make a sweet movie with music and dance.
Fresh warm fruity muffins spread out,
as I wait on the child I never was.
I long and was made for.
Your beer cans travel with me to become
some thing else.
Taking on a fresh new life all on thier own.
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