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Sometimes when I wander way
I take the often ride
It splits, it splats
It goes that way
With no more room to hide

It hurts more to keep my wits
To let all things go forward
It splits, it splats
It goes that way
In every way untoward\n\nA. David Abraham

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00:00Sometimes when I wander way. I take the often ride. It splits, it splats. It goes that way. With no more room to hide. It hurts more to keep my wits. To let all things go forward. It splits, it splats. It goes that way. In every way untoward.
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