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Tongue Swallow
Tongue Swallow
This thang do me like
I don’t belong
This thang hang around
Like weather fronts and stall
Above me making it snow
Rain and storm
Making rivers
Lakes and seas rise up and rebel
Against land and everything
And everybody on it
This thang like climate change
Got so many names
We can’t point a finger at it
And identify it well enough
To get he...
Friday 5th October 2012 1:49 am
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