Pan

Pan

 

In the middle of the

Party’s dark downer din

She finds boyfriend Ed

In the bedroom with Ungie

And hence I find her

Crying in the patio night

 

Come and go with me

I say

Let’s see my friend Pan

Out in the wild country

A squat little dude

With curly hair and beard

He’ll call you Atalanta

And me Orpheus

We’ll dance with Calliope

In the blue woods

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memory documentation and manipulation
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