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Late for its arrival My mind's begun to find Early peculiarities of how it defines time And there are turkeys out the window That I appreciate There’s plastic like a barge somewhere It's got no docking date And on a tour I saw focaccia treated like its jade Someone in the lobby Is dressed down just like me And an infant won the lottery But really it was he With a pocket full of roofies A pocket full of teeth Some people call that pleasure And some people call that grief At the Exxon they were confused if I was American And so I left offended with a pack of M&Ms I’ve been driving for a long while Spent some time in a Cherokee Learning things Out there in Black Mountain sprouts education, see Letras de cancionesBut you can learn a lot, just take a walk above my tree They gathered round the easel and spelled "community" I go looking for my teachers and wondering what that means There will be lots of lonely mailboxes when language disappears And people on the subway think so far and be so near I smile from a screen you touch waiting on the bed Listening to voices talk about where I am headed People get out for a long while In the hills of Cullowhee Cherokee The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) The stoop that you love (Is fiending) The stoop that you love (For meaning) Someone's at a grill top And someone is Tom Hanks Suckered into party games And building words for leisure Here it is 11 and there it is 19 You’re missing on my breakfast, and I’m missing your evenings Wish we'd been touching for a short while Driving back from Cherokee Dreaming things From Letras Mania