Good evening, everybody.
I just wanna lift,
to Jervis Library,
on North George Street,
to read Muricomi's latest.
Saw you at Rock Park yesterday,
on your skateboard.
Saw you do a flip, thought it was cool.
Wondered how you got gravity to bid you ado.
Sisters,
listen,
to destiny,
with love and dust drawn.
Beautiful day,
beautiful morning,
breeze through my palms.
Breeze without warning,
Stella's on the phone complaining.
The creek's halfway up her backyard,
I'm on Joe's lawn,
sipping on Jenny,
wondering when the spirit of the cul-de-sac is coming back.
Oh,
oh, oh.
Oh, oh,
oh.
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