I believe there has come to be
an elementary figment in the family tree
a solid figure boasts, painting waves,
"I threw the child out with the mediterranean sea."
Bring me water, bring me luck,
I've tamed the lion, serenely stuck
without a common ancestor, they cease to agree
Forgive the mess, derive the duck.
Buy me things, blow me thither, damn the eloquent salamander to old South Africa.
Fifteen years, ever after, and decisive contact resolves the matter.
Scheduled meetings begin the week,
Tempests toss the bird-shaped leek.
I've had it up to approximately here,
such befits the earl of tongue-in-cheek.
Merging livid similar faces,
alive today, yet cloaked in graces,
redraw the world in disarray,
swimming water, dancing grasses.
Buy me things, blow me thither, damn the eloquent salamander to old South Africa.
Fifteen years, ever after, and decisive contact resolves the matter.
Beings crushed beneath the film,
Esther bought a brand new kiln
I'm certain that this sadness jokes and stresses
the certainty of standing still NO
No one wants to hear why I do
the things that I do, the way that I do,
But that's one reason why I'm forced to
forget that I'm doing anything at all.
Buy me things, blow me thither, damn the eloquent salamander to old South Africa.
Fifteen years, never after, and derisive conflict dissolves the matter.
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