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down falls the rain
lightly one evening…
a truck and a train
arriving and leaving
so drop blondie off to play
and go dance the night away
it ain’t right, but it’s okay
smoke on the walk
an accident waiting
a bone and a box
tramp and the lady
i’ll lie in this bed i’ve made
and try to decode the game
it ain’t right, but it’s okay
no direction
hung like a horse
no erection
par for the course