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We were not expecting a catastrophe, Some final resolution. Who ever could? Skanking on her guitar, Bobbing along, Her ululating song Was sugar to my ear. Scattered pieces of the ball Hanging overhead Got me dodging gunshots. First hit was the drummer. The twinkling lights all went out Making me change my position. Skanking on her guitar, Bobbing along, Her ululating song Was sugar to my ear. This was the sound-- Humming,guitar Unimaginable, Beating-- Of sending her to heaven.
