No one can see us up here
I went out to the cemetery and climbed a tree. In the tree I sang “Blue Skies.” Terry and Johnny sat in the grass; we had grapes.
...sometimes, their anarchist aspirations bordered on stupidity... there is nothing "cultural" about hanging around a cemetery and spoiling the spirits of the dead...
...sometimes, their anarchist aspirations bordered on stupidity... there is nothing "cultural" about hanging around a cemetery and spoiling the spirits of the dead...
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