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Rickie Lee Jones Other

In my featherless, sagging, saffron wings, i dance my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against

I know that lizards like jelly, because i have fed wild geckos on the roof of my hut in the seychelles islands. she was called the morning lizard, and

In the dominion of pillars of faith her nest toppled by the march winds she set out through the forest on a cloudy day the dower sky whining over tea

had no where to go. The other guy said he didn't care. I'd find somewhere. Jesus, she'll end up back at ivans. So the other room mate, he got in a hippy

breath in we breath out he breaths out and sigh alive again the unexpected discovery of a b-side of life (a map of voices) a warning to others who