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Early Writings Pinnochio, what made your nose grow?
was it the narrow socks on your fake feet?
Or the sleeping cricket on your sleeve?
You don't follow the angel-devil duo
Pinnochio, how was your pleasure island?
How was your crowned easter eggs?
Pinnochio, don't go, stay awhile, ring the bells tonight
Have your narrow socks hit your mind?
Theire is no turning back for you.
But I will reside on my futon cloud,
Everlong, evergone
You're still just a sock puppet made of pine
Pinnochio, why does your head unfold?
Pinnochio, what has your nose become?
Is that lint?
