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{confessions of an american outlaw #74} michael d. grover (Transmissions For Miles Davis) Looking at the yard next door It's like a green field An old man sits in the back with his dogs Dead trees all around I think it must be Spring Miles was a psychedelic man I am feeling the funk I am stoned in way too deep But we like where this is going this is going Where ever it wants to & I know this is a death Poem I just hope that it's a long one |
