Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

There’s never any ash, anything to sift through.

and the steps seem to move themselves.
You just put your hand on the yellow rail
You just put your hand on the yellow rail
and the steps seem to move themselves.
and the steps seem to move themselves.
It doesn’t have a job to do.
It doesn’t have a job to do.
It’s morning all afternoon. —Dean Young
It’s morning all afternoon.
—Dean Young

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