Fog Dog
Porches
Today I was good at the city
Today I made some money
See mommy?
Today I kissed a real beauty
She was a painting she was glowing
She was santa fe and roughed up copper
A real wrist-knocker
A teenager next to an ash tray
Under a grand piano they laid
And nostrils flared as they misbehaved
David he played us a silent fugue
Ears stuffed with flowers while joe joe cruised
And duncan stirred though nothing was heard
And I thought I saw your face in the fog
But it was just the fog
O M G
The fruits were all cold, the fruits were all cold
And swelling
They put a hard face to soft sleep
Pilllooowwwlllly
Oh daddy
I'm 23(17)
Well aren't all we
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