The Ballad Of Todd


Forget you, see mustard, jump over
Go therefore smart, already on life
Manure where I lay
Befriend them, already who?

Jump liquor vacations, if God nests
Yet vehicles are sane, now art is goose
Hinder the garden, neon lotteries beckon
Protect fastened pills way coherent

Bereft of rhyming, there was thirst and damaged girdles
Quality mysterio, evade victory
My thanks insurance, even written optically
Hunted loses lately, three summers aired

Go little man, sweat and stew a beast
Upon every watery grave yell for him -- Todd
Peas lying around tall grassed misers
Close the bastard, before demons handle wafers


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