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SPITTING IMAGE
Has anyone ever told you
you look just like honest Abe,
just like his nickle eyes, just shy
a pretty penny we couldn't save,
but when you laugh, my heart does a handstand.
Gold and copper, big and small,
cardboard stars hang from the ceiling.
Tropical birds, tropical calls.
The shade of three white crosses
sliding down the mountainside,
I don't believe in fairy tales,
you don't believe in sacrifice.
See the shadows bleed over the road,
the ditches close their eyes,
indian burning rubber
where the baby crosses lie,
tumbleweeding metal cross
the median of life,
the mortician cures the body's arms,
he is preparing them for flight,
over a new road wearing no shoes
with a tag on every toe,
has anyone ever told you
you look farther away up close?
Marry your own kind.
Marry your own kind.
DAS - Las Cruces, New Mexico, USA
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