Just in time to leave town, leavin' everyone down,
My expectation was grey, brown and sideways.
Leaving home like he could enter sane judgments,
Entertaining what cannot be contained,
Shave our wily coyote fingers.
A showboat that does not leave happiness
Grows on trains when they explode,
Pouring snow like a bang and a banjo.
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