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Wiggles (Tape Piece 1)
01:51
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Hexapod Cowboy
01:24
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i'm a hexapod cowboy
roamin wild 'n free
lassoo'in sassy earwigs
from my wondrous centipede
slime mold toast & cellulose
is bout all I eat
when it's chilly o'er the plains
I cut a leaf for my bed sheet
when wolf spiders come a rustlin
we wrestle in the dust 'n
I hog tie at least 7 legs
then go treat my concussion
every night my friend cicada
climbs up a tree 'n screams
if you spent 2 decades in the dirt
then you'd know what she means
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imprint of a hand
sculpted out of sand
close eyes and grasp the boulevard
sees her soon-self in her dreams
with brittle lacy wings
she knows she's gonna be a star
--
blows a kiss down the gutter
can't hear barks or mutters
emerged imago, she is new
shake crumbs from your feet
you've got people to meet
this rotten town's no place for you
–
her face stands 30 feet high
”i make myself in my
very own image”, she replies
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