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Cut a hole in the roof slip out without leaving a trail Or slip into a stamped self-addressed envelope and go out with the mail Crawl along the wall Creep out like a snail Or become a nail hammering yourself to a broken chair that’ll be taken out for repair And dream it so hard it’ll come to be Then you’ll never ever do nothin’ again that could make you end up in a place that you hate so much that you have to try and escape |
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Carol is a 1st generation Beatle fan. Besides poetry she also writes Beatle fan fiction and regular fiction. She knows that what don't kill us makes us writers. |
