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Larry on the River

I've been banging my head slowly.
I'm force feeding myself
Bananas and prozac.
Keep the gulliver traveling;
Keep the river flowing.

Out of my house and into Oz,
Lightning strikes the telephones.
Here, when it rains it pours;
It's hot and it sticks to everything.

Here, minds seem to work,
Seem to flow better,
From a better mold,
Making sense to more than just me.

More often than not,
It's hot,
And it sticks to everything

Ryan Nash


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