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delivery this morning
our clothes are hung to dry
we're visiting the selling's
on the sh*re of the puget sound
the scenery gets a hold of you like a bad record
there's something not as valid when the scenery's a postcard
and the view from the glass is just the glass upon the finish
and the conversations people have about the lush surroundings
are all tainted by the cards they got from travelling companions
olympia is shorter to the street than what i thought
the view from in the city
isn't scenery at all
but it gets a hold of you like a bad record