06 March 2008

If you wanna travel around
do it in your frown
crawl through all your bones
'cause there's no eternal spring
and the new blossoms will die
like a first or faithless love
don't go off with that prince
and forsake your good husband
your babies will grow old
and there's no greener grass
for you to find at last
there's no grand reward

-Thanksgiving, from "Stay in Spring Field"

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