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| By: Me you fool |
| I can't wait untill the time when a pickle cannot rhyme... and the dog is sitting down pon the thime... When the moon raises up to the flowers in the cup... and the bell hits the chime in just one clup... When the flowers and the trees smell like honey made from bees... and the windows shine and open to the sea... When the pie hits the sky like an explosion in your eye... and the bomber on the rooftop makes a sigh... When the glade feels like yarn and the horse sleeps in the barn... and the carriage rides to Paris and says darn... When your oink inside your gown and the pircher is all down... and the dog is running up and down through town... When your cow's as soft as lace and the Komodo just gave chase... and the batter monkey puba has just passed by third base... But when that time should come I will put needles in his gum... and for the rest of eternity, his life will be plain dumb... |
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