down the dead end road an electric bunny glows under a full moon
imagine a world where the only season is a shaker of salt
you know who they are the ones who need a reason to not race through life
it might be time to finally pack the sweaters with fingers crossed
can’t be too careful world is a dangerous place am not paranoid
while the rank and file line up, the leaders feel free to wander astray
after the first rain of the season; it still feels cold enough to snow
when you cannot find the food you are used to you scavenge for scraps
please give me a hand is really an odd way to ask someone for help
it really isn’t worth worrying about; just step forward and go
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