Michael Jost
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fiogf49gjkf0d Paradise, isn't all that it's
All that it's cracked up to
Cracked up to be
I realize this, as I talk to
That funny peristyle thing,
floating in my drink
Then I say
just throw me
to the river
Maybe the river
will give me back
to the sea
when I get
sick and tired
of talking
that's when I
turn back in
to poetry
I visualize, where I've fallen
Fallen in love with
What I cannot see
Paradise, isn't all that it's
All that it's cracked up to
Cracked up to be
Then I say
just throw me
to the river
Maybe the river
will give me back
to the sea
when I get
sick and tired
of talking
that's when I
turn back in
to poetry
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