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by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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running through the rain with my rabbit named ricky never stop to wonder why life is so icky the years fall down like pizza tossed from a plane keep on running running in the rain the miles roll by ricky turns into a rhino you in the rear keep it in line, oh grandfather johnson collected rocks and loved horses but the stars never wavered in their appointed courses grandmother turner wore long black skirts laughed at my pictures after all these years it hurts ricky was run over by a rampant rolls royce in the stillness of midnight i still hear his sweet voice next