the girl with a face
that's princeless
showed up with calvary
in moon-beams
the ode, swarms
colorful with pink
and red roses
clothed the seams
I watched from the cold
and asked for a cigarette
everyone fights it
in the old
the recycling truck
picked me up
and made me new again
before supper
the gangs on motorcycles
gave me twenties for the club
the recycling truck
road me on the back
to see her princeless
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