30 Jan. 81

1981

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Magic potion
Extroversion
Release.

Rushing erratically about
Mad to live, mad to die
Scream and shout
Tango in the sky.

Ride the yellow carriage
Meet a beautiful stranger
Talk of love and marriage
Maybe we can get together?

Our tongues were electric needles
Performing dances of magic intensity
The ball rolled slowly up the alley ...
I gave it up ...
I didn't score.

Sickness is the dawn of pain.

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