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By Jack Joseph Smith
Hey I remember a trailor park a few
hundred yeards from Malibu
There will be Geometry
There won't be worship,
cause you won't get to
. the end of it
Read between the lines again;
save that part’ —
There will be something
That lets you letgo
Like the first of what
you think is a shallow rivér
her a
fy of To a storm already unway
pro There will be power however,
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or however there will be power
When you get tough enough
to throw your mind away,