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Random iPod first-line poetry

You are light-tasting Open up your ribcage I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack Her head is in a bitter way Past three o'clock Standing on the corner with the low-down blues Oceans lay between us and the things we think we need The ragman draws circles up and down the block The worms crawl in Well my time went so quickly The island it is silent now His heart organ was where it should be Waiting for the big fall Don't you worry about me There's a man going 'round taking names