Corner the word smith shift;
Subtle little chin cleft
Cover to cover like this.
Except you and I thrive homeless.
Didn't mean to leave you with all my charmless clippings,
I cool in ice cubes from your fancy dream drippings.
And you can call me The Receiver,
Right or left ear Dream Weaver,
At my side, the Unfolding Songster singing
Trickster makes this world stronger.
They call me Little Reckless, and him Mister Far Gone;
Side by side we make The Tall One.
He was a wax president, made out with real hair though.
Smells like a beach accident,
A corpse soul in sand mementos.
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