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Cinnamon Sticks
In my mind, cinnamon sticks,
on a highway to nowhere
sipping Glenfiddich,
in twilight's Winnebago
with 10 thousand stars and frogs
hanging a cold moon,
over speed bumps of carrion
singing's Hell's Hallelujah,
let there be sanity to my dreams
on a highway to nowhere
sipping Glenfiddich,
in twilight's Winnebago
with 10 thousand stars and frogs
hanging a cold moon,
over speed bumps of carrion
singing's Hell's Hallelujah,
let there be sanity to my dreams
Published 6th Oct 2022
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