slow - 1/3/2006

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slow

like a old train
or bad cocaine

an old donkey
in the mud
and rain
its like
dental work

a perforated ceiling
sometimes i don't
have feelings

or its the novocaine
sometimes I think
that we have more
than one brain

i, you, me
we count that at three
depending

i think we've seen
the world ending

i told the donkey
its a shame