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you look at things that a blind man would not listen too searching for more thrills making others ill iff you ever act out these fantasies that you adhere they will come tale your presence to the jail an ace is up the sleeve the other three have come it's time to cut the cards you won the monitor is broken the house is never warned this time you missed the warden won the cards lame lolly lobby with a frog in its pocket woke up behind the fountain drunk no one is  home on one in charge no throne the alleyway is home a winoe you become complimentary drinks at the casino paying at the bar taking every nickel in the slot to make a pot of ash to make another drunk sitting in the cubicle assigned to anyone public user number thirty one lift that elbow lift that cup sail that barge lift that drunk bottle after can after glass after lunch before breakfast after dupper hit me 21 eye busted hit me again no cards no more cards eye broke eye drunk eye wasted aint if funny louise look at mee look at eye eye have the lampshade on my forehead without out warning the vanilla hit mye brain while eye was drinking at the fountain of the alcoholic larder the rain came outside again and the ground was too wet to plow they scattered straw upon the dance floor and eye just fell down how now brown cow the rain in Spain lies mainly in the plain she balanced books upon her looks the poise of ballerinas fill the brooks of water running  on the road for toads and others of mye kind eye live limply vouchsafed against the day by ignoring midnite leaving it behind swiftly like the fox guarding the henhouse the gremlin keeper all the little gremlin lepers and the leapers as they frog hop into the lakes of time sublime the early hours belong to thief thief comes thwarted he leaves then day comes mourning once then day you took the ace out from the sleeve and left the table just to breed the smoke is rising near the reservoir stale smoke smell upon the collar blue white collar land in jail home again home again from the sea split pea porridge hot sea green potage cold kings of the earth abusing gold


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