Parading

Everyday, confused in desperate poses,

Loses its hue, to Dada prodigies to black
Loses its hue, to Dada prodigies to black
Loses its hue, to Dada prodigies to black
There never was a night that ended
There never was a night that ended
Or began. —Bob Kaufman
Or began.
—Bob Kaufman

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