In mild and pleasant hangover
I felt no pain.
I raveled with the sun in bed
In his delicate and warm embrace
I closed my eyes and looked ahead.
I dreamed of youth dining with age
As the sound of keys fell lazily
Like drops of ink upon a page.
Inside my humble box,
Raw music is delightfully baked
By chewing teeth on toast,
Which a friend has lovingly made.
Beyond the glass, out in the wild
Factories took some time to breathe
And seem to laugh just like a child.
It's such a wonderful Saturday
to be Tangled in the web of life
And let the clock wash away
The little time that we have.
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