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Come, take what’s in my hand
and understand what it’s like to be born
again to hop and skip down a real yellow
brick road chase white rabbits with along the vertical horizon Many of our friends are already
gone with atomic numbers and chemical
names we can relearn the alphabet laughing hysterically as we recite
it together MDA, PCP, THC
and LSD they’re all waiting for us
there But don’t tell your mother
where you will be going don’t show your father the
vertical horizon they won’t understand but they won’t miss you because the vertical horizon is everywhere So come, take what’s in my
hand and understand what it’s like to be a child
again we’ll laugh and sing about
everything as we rise to that playground in
the clouds you and me and all our friends along the vertical horizon © 1978 Chris Sorrenti
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