happiness
is a toasted cheese sandwich
and us all stretching out
before noon
on the cat nap bedspread
in the tumbling hills
of the hinterland sticks
time served
in
yesteryears
high pressure
fandango
when the dawn screamed like horses
after a team gin all nighter
and there was
no rest
no rest
no rest
in the twitching call
of
the
wasting
from thedrive.com
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