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RV 189 (BIG SUR189) :parlor, wash your undershoes when you
 * come in, say thanks
 * to foggy moon


 * Go brash, Topahta
 * offat,—we’ll gray
 * ye rose—Morning
 * primord creeper sees
 * the bird of paravision
 * dying tweet the yellow

mouthroof! How sweet
 * the earth, yells sand!
 * Xcept when tumble

boom!
 * O we wait too

for Heaven—all in One—
 * All is there

in fair & sight

I’m going to wash now
 * old Pavia down,
 * & pack my salt
 * to Either Town—
 * Cliffs of Antique
 * aint got no rose,
 * the morning’s seen
 * the ledder pose—
 * Boom de boom dey
 * the sea is me—
 * We are the sea—
 * It aint all snow

We wash Fujiyama down
 * soon, & sand
 * crookbird back—

We hie bash rockak— Long short—