September’s poem
… is “Strange” by Galaxie 500.
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Why’s everybody actin’ funny?
Why’s everybody look so strange?
Why’s everybody look so nasty?
What do I want with all these things?
I went alone down to the drugstore
I went in back and took a Coke
I stood in line and ate my Twinkies
I stood in line; I had to wait
Why’s everybody actin’ funny?
Why’s everybody look so strange?
Why’s everybody look so pretty?
What do I want with all these things?
I went alone down to the drugstore
I went in back and took a Coke
I stood in line and ate my Twinkies
I stood in line; I had to wait
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