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Last Chance, Blues
DG (9/19/1963 / )

Last Chance, Blues

STRUTS and braces,
plunge into your
hands, you begin to
tremble, as the drug
does its perverted thing.
YOUR moods start to
shift, as the weight
hits your knees,
this is it, there is
no more, the fat lady
wearing white, begines to
sing..

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DAVID...YOUR SENSE OF IMAGERY IS DARTING...STRONG THEME...GREAT WRITE...''''''''''''''''FRANK...10!