I love you, love, love you
Bishop's rock
And way below the ocean where the fishes swamp and swan about
Oh shoe, shoe, shout
Kelis, Kent, and Cunt
No
Clam juice
Prunes and perfect pout
The trout, true, true
Barney Mc Grew and What a shrew
Shew away the lout
What a louse
Losing his way in the pestilent field of pesticides
And pests
Cross pollinate vests of
Stripy bees
Borrowing keys to Maiden's houses
And Yet
Yet
I see the swallows wind and wander
Like forgotten star sin wonder
Of such trite bellowed up
Platitudes of Science
That mean nothing to me
I am holding on too tight
She said it
I know
it
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