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left to use for gritty rags,
and all the world will see the news and smile in despair. 

The feminists are marching with their fists raised in the air,

The parade of souls

Is marching across the sky

Their heat and their light bathed in blue

As they march by



The All Stars play

'When the Saints

are you robert
Suicide my plane
Are you dying
I am right there
Oh no
Will i save your side
Is that supreme?
Are you set free

In the middle of the day

Roberts

What's up Fungi
What's up Power
You won't hear this because you forgot you were a patron
But thank you anyway
Most prolific photographer in

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music made by us
Bach, Beethoven, blues and Johnny b. Good
A flash of the human race
Lights in the darkness
Marching in time
Carrying the message
Of all

Runaway Blues Inside                           music and lyrics by Jeffrey Robert Adams 
                                   2011, 2021 Jeffrey Robert

guy turns it in to wine
I drown my sorrows in the blood red Nile

In my Art Deco treehouse
Funky music's always playing
For the walls are made

celebrity is you
I see Muhammed Ali
Clanking goes my trolley (18)
Starred in "Hello Dolly"
When it ran out of blue and Salvatore Dali
He did a little sketch

the county seat
'Til I'm in some Bounty sheets
Need to Respect your elders
Its Robert Downey Senior Week

Zenith peak, scenic Greek, architecture in my suite

of good-humored folk, our legends still are told
Courageous spirits still live on, deep in ardent souls. 

Chorus.
The saltire, flies for you
Our cross of white

American Girl

LL Cool J

Exit 13

2008

all across the land
Light the fireworks, bring out the marching band

Uncle L, I love the heart land
South Carolina, they lookin' so tan
Out in

The animals marching one by one throughout the broken streets
Dressed in clothes bizarre and wild, they dance for miles and miles
The kindness that