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Oh Mamma I'm seeing the world through venetian blinds.

Cars and buildings are cut in two and in four-

no one sees me up here anymore.

I

I want out, I want in.

I need something, but what, I just don't know-

my thoughts and needs are sliced, row after row.

I

Come sit with me, oh please be a friend.

Won't someone help me find-

The way to raise this goddamn venetian blind.

I

LLLane Dahlke, 1984