The Birthday

Hospitality - The Birthday

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Always got your frown

Got your brown bags

Sulking in the corner

The ruins of Rome in your armchair

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Filling up your pores

And your wars and your basket

Smoke on the mantle that sits on the ashtray

Roll up the windows on this drive

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Blackened oily teacup

A drop on your round mouth

Armor is rusting

The knight and his raptor

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Always looking bored or too tired to remember

Dust on your knee

Or first snow in December

Tighten the reins before this ride

The hills and the alleys, back ways

Forage through the leaves and long days

Raking up the tea and candy

Bent baby blue and his old bad news

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Evergreen but old isn''t wise or becoming

Dust on your boots isn''t much but it''s growing

Bundle up your plans and your bags and your high class

Treasure was found but the gold turned to green brass

Tighten the reins for one more time

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The hills and the sandy blond bog

Brackish water waves will mend some

Cobalt-colored glass and sandals

Elope to the reefs of Australia

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