Sleepwalking With W.C. Handy
As I balance bags for my journey
Love, oh love oh loveless love,
Pondering the evil of two lessors
Has set our hearts on goal-less goals
Step this way for the family circus
From milk-less milk to silk-less
Laughter sloshed out the pan
We are growing used to soul-less souls
But I can reflect on my deeds barefaced
Such grafting times we never saw
Bookmark lost to dreams
That's why we have a Pure Food Law
Growing despite darkness
In everything we find a flaw,
Blooming beautiful failures
Even love, oh love, oh loveless love
Lifting again and again tendons taut
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