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I look at my fingers and draw a breathLooking at the TVNo thoughts on a famous deathWhy aren’t normal people read on the news?Now, let’s focus on those subtle cuesFrom froggy legs to shiny shoes A suspended glassTo the old beer-mat trickGod, these geezers are wickedy sickPlastic bottle 360-flipping, from the backto the palm ofContinue reading “Publand”