Poem -
a moon arse up.
it doesn't work
you tend to see this eventually
way I tried to tell the rain to stop
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way Indians dance
to make it come
way we paint a smile
like a moon arse up
Way it never means
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That we're having fun
Way we pray to Gods
When the Sundays come
way it never much means
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gods get any done
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at all.
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