Stop almost everything you are doing
Until one day, common sense said,
Prepare for resurrection
!
When common sense
Shouts like a prophet into the wind
Then you know it's time
To put the old garden to bed
Let us hear from those
Who wandered
For many lifetimes
In the thick smoke of sorrows
And those who refused to work
Some shithole job
But bedded in their trucks
Under the stars
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