ancient jazz

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Ancient jazz will leave you in the lurch again
He who has a stone is never without sin
Naked lass and wrong predictions

Frightened lads discovering their monkeyshines
Gift of gab's no gift – I'll be returning mine
Finish last and face the future

Take a stab and meet me on the roof at dawn
Someone has auctioned off the oxygen
Mental lapse – who gets forgiven?

© 2010 John Brocato