Adam's Garden

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Our daughters with rusty needle and red glass 
So far out with their grim fathers like Frankenstein 
Patrol the tree farms and the markets,
The hospitals, the homes, all in their tiny gray pockets.
Watch the girls frolic like they used to
Come now, the Good Ol' Days while daddy plays with fire!
 
They love him now. And they love their fathers now,
Because they love him now and they love him now.
From foster homes to city walks by the blood,
They drain the precious gold from dead limbs
And sing and dance with joy because they love Adam now.

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