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By Jack Joseph Smith
Speaking of the Devil
He says I don't
want to be
Not Concious
I didn't think there would be alot of differance
in the stars
I knew that rocks made form
beneath the deep blue sea
And were all the same for hand picking
along a thousand river beads
No judgement in how far you fall
Slipping into what is the matter
of feet,
against the fathoms, that do dare
you to matter at all
I never cared about Europe,
and they don't drink
in the Middle East
I went and hung a long line
with the North Star