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Sep 24, 2018 13:51
Old gray grain
Through my miopia eyes
A spongy knee I acquired
To bent for people every day

An old gray sand lady
From the southern-est territories
Screaming the ancient nanny song to come back home

I saw vilas in Maryland
Secular trees in West Virginia
Up and down the blocks in Minnesota
I saw lives feeling bad and bad
Baby faces screaming mamas

I went to Florida, for a hazard
I haven't reached California
My lady me chama, come back
Come back home to my tender
Arms of pure nostos, gray Ulysses, Sir.