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The smiles of reindeer peer gladly through trees
made of wax, pinwheels, and leaves.
The old geriatric mummies lay hush with a cigar
hung from the lip from which pour
gargantuan beetles shooting cobwebs made of pork.
Sandstorms at night explode in galoptic frenzy.
The maltese falcon plays over and over without relenting,
as the belvedere prima donnas dance and serve
cappucino to Hitler's army.
Swee swee swee, says the drunken army
their mullets all uniform and drably
drawn from pen and ink and watercolor poison.
The magistrate in ballet clothes and rabbit ears
says with a voice of confidence and cheers:
Let there be no moose or mice among ye men
that we shall not cut two or thricely then.
Swee swee swee, says the drunken army,
their mullets all uniform and drably
drawn from pen and ink and watercolor poison.
"Johnny East" <atomicbro1981@yahoo.com> wrote in message
news:1a778988.0406250921.5aa81a22@posting.google.com...
> Smiling, the green sun lies on it's side.
> Glide blue-eyed springtide bride!
> The King's in a tree, the queen chews gum.
> Come hum, hop-o' my thumb!
> A yin to share, a dollar to waste.
> Haste! Moon-faced pantywaist!
>
> Pride goes before a fall, but not Spring.
> Peking X-wing singing!
> Hoop snakes roll down new mown hills of thyme.
> Chime I'm lime! Climb Dreamtime!
>
> Time flies like an arrow.
> Fruit flies like a peach.
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