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Now I've got a sled
And a silver box with a belt
A plate of pickled beets
And a papa panda
Who doesn't want to go to work
And I'm still me,
Went to Iceland, went to S.L.O.,
Read at the Poetry Project,
Sat in boardrooms,
Played violin, threw my coat on
College walk, called the police,
Sat in the back of the car,
They took my name,
Fought all night and laughed
My ass off, learned the words
Kept coming back, went away
For good, big deal you say
And don't stop now,
The effect is deafening,
I'm watching some sensible
Souls chase the popular crowd,
Look, I'm going to Berlin
Watching the hourglass until
The timetable says my next
Train is due, creme brulee,
Cafe au lait, white chocolate,
Radish, copy stock, liquid paper,
Snowflake.