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By Jack Joseph Smith
I was wearing a hat
I willl never forget it
me with a hat
Crosses in the country sides
Someplaces I know of
with untouched streams
I go and wash my armpits
and my breats across
where I wish for him
There is something better
but then I know there is not
He always thought I was filled with love
He was wrong
I am loose with the control I have lost
I know power like the winnie of a stead
The military is very handsome too
The governers are ugly