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My Middle Ages

from A Smugglers Bible by Nicky Smith

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When I was eight, silver turned to gray
and I felt nauseous when I ate
At eighteen, sound would fill the room
But I had nothing left to say
So we went inside, we could see the bottom of a hill that way
So we went outside, we could see the widows wandering away

I was made middle aged
Born not on the same page

If you could think of rules that you could give me
Then I’d gladly take the bait
Luckily, our extended family had given us a place to stay
So went inside, baking banana bread for all the firemen
When it’s dark outside, we can smell the sulfur of their pulverized remains

I was made middle aged
Born not on the same page

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from A Smugglers Bible, released October 20, 2016

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