| Jeans with poems by Michael Madsen
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| If so, dream of some
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| tangible property
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| Then I want it for myself
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| About five years ago, I lived in the Seolin village
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| I had little work
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| And there is a lot of free time
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| It took a couple of hours
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| Drop into the club on the day
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| To the neighboring village of Chaporu
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| Take a photo of the party
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| Pieces 30-50 photos, no more,
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| And then on some business
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| Buy something at the bar
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| The wife worked at night
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| And I sat in the hut
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| And I read and memorized these verses
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| “Now I will transfer you
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| Shits," I told them
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| But that month, it was March
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| No creativity listened to me
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| I had to go in the morning
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| Pick up your wife on a scooter
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| We had one for two
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| Such an interesting person
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| Famous as an actor playing scum
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| And such poignant verses
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| I would bring them out white
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| Marker on black denim
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| Which I will definitely steal
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| In a fashion and mass clothing store
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| And I will wear white nights
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| In St. Petersburg, spill tea and wine on her
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| In memory of myself from those days
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| And just because it's great
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| You're 40 soon, but you're like a teenager
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| Like Ali from that book
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| Your baseball glove is covered in poetry
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| Which can be reread while waiting for the ball
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| This is my victory over time
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| Owning this dream, about a denim with verses
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