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Jolly Jazzman Visits Limbo of Living Bones & Broken Skin

' m y � � pl ace ' � � �in-the-crowd, like
� � � thee
good
olde In-Crowd, � � � � n o w
� � � � � � � droppin
� � � � � � � � � � dead � � � for � their(our)
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � d e a d
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �d r o pp i ngs � �/ � � eye
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � v i s i t
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � their(our) � �their � � charnal grounds
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �allover
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � this city of sunshine-state, a billyun
� � � paved'over acres, internally mad highways, low'ways, halfways
� � � � � � � � � � �mostways in to material faux majesty unto selfmade hell

I visit said charnal houses, �pipe & horn in hand, �sharing 'joy' �wit �'living' bones
� � � � � � � � � �barely viable within thin, brittle skins, vacant defeated 'minds'
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �~ �all part/parcel to The Good Life �~

i play sweet tunes for what's left of them......& pray for the strength to "take myself out"
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �before losing the ability to handle such a crass,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �but inevitable, 'decision'..........

all glory to yOur G'odd that makes all these, & otherwise things possible

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