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returning to st anns

i returned to st Ann's today
      the hall was painted white
      there were skeletons in the cupboards
      and all the lights were bright

      the psychiatrist was turning cartwheels
      and the staff were on the phone
      the patients were all seasick
      and wanted to go home

      there were forks upon the tables and whiskey in a jar
      the clock was striking thirteen
      and the food was all for sale

      the squirrels were running riot
      there was music in the halls
      the toilets were all exits
      and the entrances were barred

      the trust had all gone bankrupt
      and there were camels in the yard
      the cars were all parked vacant
      and the staff were all adrift

      the sandbanks was all frozen
      and studland was a mess
      and a doctor was asking everyone
      have you seen my vest

      the dope was on the table
      and the drugs were sealed up tight
      then a figure who looked like Jesus
      would you like a room for the night  

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