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Under the Table

From Art of Mind II: All In *Under the Table* Didn’t you know? You have to have a D Cup to Pour Drinks, or at least be Too Hot to Handle. Yeah… And if you wanna sell merchandise, then You

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Scenic View

From Art of Mind II: All In *Scenic View* I won’t be getting too far, All your signs have made that clear. I’m telling myself to pump the brakes, but I just want to look a little bit longer. I’m

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Apologizing for Defacing Angels

From Art of Mind II: All In *Apologizing for Defacing Angels* I’m sorry, I thought it was the Heart of a Dove and the touch of lax linen That makes an angel. I’m sorry, I still say that Angels have

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Letting Go

From Art of Mind II: All In *Letting Go* Whenever I hugged my mother as a child, The hardest part was Letting Go. And when 10 year reunions are formed or a spouse returns home from a long day, or

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The Look of Love

*The Look of Love* She’s dining in the company of a very lucky gentleman — who is currently not in attendance. She’s dining in the memory of a fine, distinguished gentleman — Who is privileged to be this lady’s companion.

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A Salesman’s Omission

*A Salesman’s Omission* “Go out and Live!” Exclaims the world! They sell the notion of Living Every Day Like it’s the last and to not let a single minute Be lost. With a drowsy eye and a wavering head —

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Hours in Volumes

*Hours in Volumes* Days shouldn’t feel this empty. Sealing capsules without substance lowers already knocked off pedals of will — halting locomotive chains that were barely moving anyway. I’m still expected to approve the dross and waste of a full

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Blues Queen

  *Blues Queen* She finally made it back to Birdland. It feels like just yesterday she was here in New York City, spray-painting this bitter, hateful earth with the blues. Now she is on Heaven’s replica stage being backed up

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