how do you turn down
what is your little flower
who is in your corner
what is your song book blowing open to the right page

how do you hang up
of tomorrow
your sunrise finally
sun setting on green moss dark blue morning forest believed in your dreams
continually, like a source
orange and gray
warmth and sunshine on your lap

you don't
A horse once heard Stone Gossard playing guitar on the other side of a wall. And that, my friends, is where giraffes came from.


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