but no tune or beat to even keep up with
so go your own way and masticulate yourself
with a brick. you fucking shithead.
bread and a blank mind from the bakery
the only real hill in norfolk, how's that?
some dull garden centre or ironmonger
to use an old fashioned term. like hate
your over laden hills and recumbent winery
make air bubbles and salt and an apiary of toss
or some other grasping answer to 5 down....
in a miserable universe of who cares? read music?
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