Used to think I'd seen it all

from grandiose to tiny small.

I lived both high and low and every place that rested in between.

What a shade of green?



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You make a psychadelic town out of a world with not color or sound

the way your kisses lift me six feet off the ground.



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Used to be that I'd feel absurd at the mention of words

spelled out brilliantly across my face for all the 

world to see.

What a shade of me!!!



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I can't tell the in from the outside

As far as I can tell it's the real live bonafide

what happened to the uptight dignified

poster boy for the man who was raised on pride 

here I am, punch-drunk and blurry eyed.

Waxing waning dizzy and satisfied.



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