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Without These Lungs

I never bent a spoon with my mind or hung one from my nose, to continue on spinning beneath the cold stars of fame. Created sparks without friction, static or heat. Flew without wings, air or Arabian carpet rides. Sung... Continue Reading →

Buses, planes, youth, etc.

Traveling by bus on networks of air we still try to trade the collectors editions of our youth Yours range from baseball hats to packaged toys while I positioned dolls in a row for show and the shoes got together... Continue Reading →

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