anyone still laughing
hasn't heard the news
dents in the woolshed
nails by the roadside
and there we hammer
halfway out of town
the things that skip
and we laugh at this
where time has stopped
and cars speed off
but it's just a poem
except for the mental state
they're mostly free
falling everywhere
voices from the broken tree
falling everywhere
voices from the broken tree
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