Untitled by Sawyer Shefts

BOMB 55 Spring 1996

Home of the Bill T. Jones / Arnie Zane Company


At night I hear the dog bark
the wind blows my swing

My Dad is snoring
My Mom is going like plunck, plunck
My Dad is snoring like zzzzzzz, zzzzzzz

My brother is sleepwalking like ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh

but I like those sounds

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BOMB 55, Spring 1996
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