The girl through the floor

is playing a CD: The Mothers;
Cocker; Bonzo Dog and
Dylan; and she wasn't even
born then.
These are  .D..E. my  .D..E. mind, not hers,
and I mind, lots. 

She has no satisfaction, no
wearing of association, 
no fitting of words-music-times - 
these are mine not hers -
for her mind is white and 90's
and what's worse:
she does her exercises to them

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