& bear his burden rather easily, call him cecil, call him norm, he really is all people
rolled up into 1 form. & its a rare 1. hes packin flare gun just in case
hes layin landscapes to waste & recreatin them with proper peaces in place
with furious speed he sets the pace knowin its a race but still never showin haste
look at that turtle go, goes the commentator, the voice without a face,
i cant believe that all these rabbits r gettin snared by habit wearing monks
for months hes been runnin steady, while speedy sprinters blow their chunks
all over the fleeces of the lawtons & the reeses soilin all wardrobe pieces
& wifeys in the rivers runnin washboards all through winter at least its
what they say they been doin cuz the laundromat is roman ruins
stewin over rabbits coney a trip to tropical islands worth pursuin
i got the first hand information. & the second hand b wrrrrrappin me up,
im bound for mummification.
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