A song begins at the end
Stretched tape now broken
A road that doesn't bend
Words are not unspoken
Ages unspooled can't go back
Seconds linger
History in a torn sack
A clock in a wringer
Time eats it's shadow
Death jumps in a hole
Liberal rednecks in Colorado
A hangman climbs a barber pole
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