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By Jack Joseph Smith
No time change
Like a black in his home town
You got to watch your ass,,
when you get out there in space
It is an extream
As quiet as you get,
then it gets very loud
in your head
Not necessarily the places,
even with the exotie;
for all middle people,
are about the same
But onee you get happy,
about seeing the next stop;
forget about it leaving
you alone