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Don't know where I'm goin
and don't know where I been.
Watching the woman with the dark brown hair
wonderin if she's over there walking under
the midnight sun, a werewolf howl and red
riding hood, you know, the Red's delinquent gang.
That one killed the Wolves, those wan to bes.
Don't know if this be a poem or it ain't
not having the color the right color paint.
Dancing by the light of the moon the coven
(is it that?), maybe a seance circle of eleven.
I don't know. Nato lets those bombs drop,
supernovas falling to Earth.
What celebrity counsels us now?
I don't know, O my God. Okay, look at the useless
chalk made sign on the hill about some pilot.
Where is that woman with the dark brown hair?
I think she might be a beautiful comet to watch.
Dance girl, dance.
I'm going home to "mama."