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restored (gone fishing)
seen my favorite live band play
on Tuesday
first time in nine years
last time, I walked fifty miles
along back roads in Vermont
they said it was the end
took 'em a couple years to decide
it wasn't over, took me
a few more
closest paycheck
that won't bleed my life
of its love
is three thousand miles west
decided yes today
the kingdoms doors are wide open
the self that banished
is discussing serendipity with spores
the kids still find fresh water
and splash
the fool always was the king
and sharpens his tongue
on the philosophers lost stone
on Tuesday
first time in nine years
last time, I walked fifty miles
along back roads in Vermont
they said it was the end
took 'em a couple years to decide
it wasn't over, took me
a few more
closest paycheck
that won't bleed my life
of its love
is three thousand miles west
decided yes today
the kingdoms doors are wide open
the self that banished
is discussing serendipity with spores
the kids still find fresh water
and splash
the fool always was the king
and sharpens his tongue
on the philosophers lost stone
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