the most serene republic
anhoi polloi
I hope, I plead, this reaches someone soon Before this head becomes nobody much later  I see real as an aging face  With lines of time put right in place  We fuck like tides While Father City smokes up Mother Countryside's Leaves her giggling leaves  I see real as an aging face With lines of time put right in place I see real as an aging face With lines of time put right in place I see real as an aging face With lines of time put right in place  The blitz is in the grandkids now With elders feeling so left out The blitz is in the grandkids now With elders feeling so left out The blitz is in the grandkids now With elders feeling so left out