thin and unshaved, drunk and mysteriousooh, I must say lifestyle is curiouswith a little touch of the sniffles and filthy socksgnawed, crumbled fingernails never doing tomahawk chops a flaky head dandruff is distinguishedlacquer is red vain is the varnishwhat is at the root of this, she`ll say, whatcha got what participle do you possess she`ll say, which I have not
one blustery day we rode out to the meadowlandswe saw and were amazed then hauled it back into town againMississippi is a mess sometimes and not only when it rainshow come you went back to that malaria island`cause our friendship is strained those were the days when you were so cosmopolitanthese are the days, my letters they`re so maudlinI wrote you an eloquent postcard onceabout this most exquisite onion soupbut of course I never mailed though`cause it was your turn in the loop
those were the days when you were so cosmopolitan these are the days, my letters they`re increasingly maudlin
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