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Just Another Day In The Park
DG (9/19/1963 / )

Just Another Day In The Park

ALLEY catz dozeing off in the park.
MR beethoven sticking a pin in his
virus infected veins, the moon turns
his flash light on, and finds a women,
child, and man, with out food, water,
or home.
AND the trash is blown to the gutter,
AND the laughter is turned in to tears,
AND the firing squad shows up, and tells
all these peaple to pick up your shit,
and leave.

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Comments (3)

DAVID...GRAPHIC PRESENTATION...BEETHOVEN SHOT UP? IF NO, ITS A HELLUVA WHAT-IF! A TEN FOR YA THOUGHTS! '''''''''''''''''''FRANK
A green palace of pleasure to some, a cold, dirty, desperate refuge to others. Well-communicated contrast here. Warm regards, Gina.
Being a man who has spent a lot of his youth sleeping in parks i kind of like this poem david back in those days i would wake of a morning with a rose clenched between my teeth, my mouth full of bird shit, and yes i would hear all sorts of noises and even be stroked with a rubber baton with a big pig on the end of it Warm regards Allan