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 Automatic Flowers by Raven Mcgraw "Tally ho! Flowers hanging overhead" said my brother I look up and see a man with a pipe standing on a rail "What the hell is this soul trip Jim?" I ask up in reply He responds and shakes his finger at me, the wind dies on his hair like a frozen stream and he becomes a portrait "Can you hear me son The end of the day is coming" he gasps and takes another breath "And the night will be here soon..... Don't waste that that thing you got going Ride it till its through" He doubles over and squelches out... his face folding in on itself "Hit the bar son..... Do that scat singing" he screams just as he smiles, jumps down and clambers into a rhthym "Oh you messed it up you dumbass..........." my sister said interjecting about the old mans dance as she ignores my tune "Youve got jazz in your head again just hit the switch, will you billy?" I held my breath, as I slowly awoke to the smell "Oh Christ" a woman said to me in a worried tone"..just before we crahsed "wake up......you can relax now.... your on autopilot" I smiled and breathed in the fragrance of the flowers
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