It was the art where I found my heart where I learned how to love what I am a person with hands holding on to the wheels of our cars driving all over our country we live in little boxes have all kinds of sides do block off with our heads full of brains do all kinds of things are just objects have more life than ever now is a time goes on steady is the drum beat sticks on the trash cans take garbage is dumped in the sea goes off into the horizon is where the sky touches earth is circling round.
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