Friday, September 7, 2012

Summer is over

We burned a hole
In all our faces
In all our clothes
In all our skins

We burned a hole
In all our wallets
In all our tv's
And all our lunches

Fall is coming
It's about stinking time
So we can stop burning stuff
Except for leaves.

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