
Paintin Algorithmic Blues
Crispy Kale
I write about my day/dreams
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Crispy Kale

She brought out the last clocks and calendars from the walls I had married this land and dressed it up just like you Oh husband stop thinking and worrying so Out here by the sea, nobody will know Please forgive me, dear Rina, but the ocean is watching and now I must go By a river I camped, the land about all bear With my guitar in the grass I just listened to the air When the jester came down from…

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