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By Jack Joseph Smith
Fragile
OUR CANYON'S
And wild SEAS
On the bottom she worries
On the top she wonders
Either side of the street,,
she is looking twice
The wind is her
And she gets ANGRY
-the of
for making her change
She knows that she will never know
why always she will feel
like some beautiful animal
She says gee wize
I get to guess all the time
because everything is a vision
As wound up as you can get
She knows war, she knows ICE
It is just as a women
it is only natural
For Everything to Happen
At the LAST minute