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[NowhereMan]

Shed so many tears, Tupac. Delight.
French toast and orange juice. Just like my modeling days for hey and for horses.
Got the plastic dreams, like my Kenny from the drought of my dresses.
Sing-a-long songs of Mary Poppins and poppin' shoulders.
The neck to my knick knack.
Fossils in the rain. Dinosaurs of golden jet.
Blackness to my mane.

For the love of the game, dandelion and dirt.
Fossils of my name.
Springtime in the work.
Summertime blues and Chicago modeling schools.
The rock to my tomorrow.
The blastedTom Sawyer.
The Belgium waffles. 
The Swedish to my pancakes.
The blisters on my fingers.
The Ringo to my Johnny.
Marilyn is swinging hoes.
The block to my blackness.
The rock to my yesterday.
The Paul McCartney egg salad.

Winter time is here.
Christmas in Gotham.
Batman in jingles.
The Joker is baller arena.

Hey there Delilah. 
Beach Boys in harmonics.
The Beatles in Miami.
The Jetsons for sonic.
The Scooby Scooby Scooby Doo classic.
I'm talking 'bout Scrappy.
The Viola in the sanctuary.
The classics on classics.

The vinyl to my records.
The CD to my stereo system.
The blackness to my mellow.
The whiteness to my snow cup.

Angelic is my mouthful of strawberry.
The blueberry coasters.
The lemon sqeezed oyster.
The blackberry sofa.