.There's a straight line between suburbia and graveyards
And as we wander zigzag, short mysteries on our side
Then she reads them to me as we lunch on Sunday
Picnic baskets on the grave of Lola Montez
Bingo games and black lights
Apocalyptic, walking
Apologies accepted, spurred .
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