i knew a man bojangles
he did the dance of creation for you
he smelled like hanuman
a vagabond beneath an arch of flames
mr. tambourine man
with his ever-changing rainbow
of weather-beaten mudras
brought the house down
like psychic children
we set fire to a straw hut
at the end of the universe
i find my way home
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