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that which woke us

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Wonkado

Published: Mar 24, 2012

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_{lift your hats
off to the checkout girls
with tattooed backs--
and don't forget
you've nearly lost it but
don't you fret
we'll find it soon if you can
spare a minute
i'd like to speak about the time we went
off to the ocean and we found
the waves, and we walked
on the boardwalks
til voices woke us
and whispering, they spoke us
ideas to find
but don't worry
we've got time
if you can spare a minute
i hear there's places
and ideas in it,
in the places with the boardwalks
so let's go back
and lift our hats
off to the checkout girls
with tattooed backs--}

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