THE IMAGINARY JENNY
A FISH, A BARREL, AND A SMOKING GUN
Friday, June 10, 2011
We washed our mouths at the riverbed
When we noticed something glowing
And it was growing
Things are going to change
A hard rain falls, made of magma
Melts Alaska
And in icy Argentine they say now I've seen it all
Who knew? Volcanoes!
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