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I was a quick wet boyDiving too deep for coinsAll of your street light eyesWide on my plastic toysThen when the cops closed the fairI cut my long baby hairStole me a dog-eared mapAnd called for you everywhereHave I found you?Flightless bird, jealous, weepingOr lost you?American mouthBig bill loomingNow I'm a fat house catNursing my sore blunt tongueWatching the warm poison ratsCurl through the wide fence cracksPissing on magazine photosThose fishing lures thrown in the cold and cleanBlood of Christ mountain streamHave I found you?Flightless bird, brown hair bleedingOr lost you?American mouthBig bill, stuck going down
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