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Convict Lake - John Vanderslice
At Convict Lake we staked our tent
The wind rose up the willows bent
Their airborne spores were released to me
I opened my mouth and let them in
A small black X on the edge of the camp
I couldn't wait to fall off the map
And so I took another tab
A lost bobcat found himself in the camp
I held him close I fed him by hand
And then I took another tab
My friends came down way too soon
I stayed high like the silvery moon
I awoke in a hospital bed
Bound down like Gulliver tied up in thread
You can't take back what you put in your head
