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BEING Be Cautious I thought I saw Jonny Caucauous On the 4th street of Anchorage, Alaska I remembered down following the flats for a future beer like a chase on the past of a women you've never seen In the dark we'd robbed a whore house near Vancouver, but when the gutar sang on every drunken morn, we had penutbutter on the tongue of a sharred jar for breakfast That's all as we ran down the coast to accost the considered dead life through our adventageous world We really only saw the wind as a way After the Carnival didn't keep us off the nice mountain county jails shingled ham yet had forced the possibility of bad iron open because of shaved heads and dubed lied eyes, explaining their firm desire to go back turf Easy to recognize Blond and tight Big enough to make being fast useable The Levi, the soft thick shirt The women made shoes that don't care, while pretending to work but from the top is of the mind in the knowledge of attire Across the street I moved behind my lost sight at first like assurance trusting the next step to vision Causious swaggerred at a pace that the street slow could still remember, and he obviously had nothing in his pockets, but eyes on a dream before me that didn't drink I touched him on the shoulder After so many miles there were so many others I shrank I did never to run around to see his (face) Casuse those who don't wander any longer, even in Alaska, always want our greatest ghosts to make likewise at it again.