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Fell Hotel 04 – Big Drunk Fingers



Plymouth Fury wheels write a goodbye note in the  November slush
Big drunk fingers lean towards the airport

A whisper from the rock-star walls
Something  dense and immovable

His thin shoulders creak and sag
With this shifting mortal burden
To carry birth’s eternal happiness
Through the grocery store




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