Jazz

Stiff legs prop bowels against the stagehand,His flask relished glory flanked unwise, Plucking whiskey blues torn frisky, unsooth, Whimer wail on the blunted tooth machine, Sounds unloosed smolder magic loony tunes.

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Are you a gypsy runaway, Or a flower child, I'll steal you dandies just to make you smile, Feel the music, Brush the wild.

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Chasing stimuli to fix my manic habits, Break their poison, make me swagger sway, Finding incense cannons in the dragon's cave, Lose myself to fortune and my soul will grey.