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My pockets empty the shop is shut
Zenna Henderson's pals stone you to death in the town square
Although there is, time time again, my door will be forever shut
Do you have any change you can spare?
I give them a wiff of my butt crack stain
And though I don't remember when I could not mask the pain
And on my underwear. A grassy stain
Even extra strength Advil(tm) can't cure this pain
I feel into a stupor to locked to whirl
It came out like a nice warm breeze
I feel into a stupor to locked to whirl
And, glistening, tremble as it freezes
So worldy! So welcome!
Thus Every picture tells a lie
Yet as we watch the snows of winter come
If you eat it you will die so i suggest an apple pie
From traffic jams and shadows that have fainted
Sweet eloquence is adversarial rot
Birds evaporate into a sky greenly tainted
And I, I´m glad to see what I got
