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Paper bag
No Time to fuck
But you like the rush
And where would we be
without sums
Deals we make
Brown paper bag
makes for a hat
when it rains on
your head mate
cheers for that
when the world
stops for snow
when you laugh
I'm inside
your mouth
sucking the sun
baboons and birds
with the weight
of you dear
I forgot
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