And so the ride continues as we stumble, bumble, fumble our way from road to midnight road.

Aloof, underfoot our wanton dreams pitter-patter softly from road to morning road. To chase away the demons we weild sticks, bed coves old teddy bears and charms. To call upon our angels we grasp silver and knock on wood. As we stumble, bumble, fumble our way from road to cement road. As each we wander unopposed as lilac buds in summer wind our heads tilt and our heads spin... Down each dusty, damp and gravel road.

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