So what's the problem, rhyming moon
with june sounds good to me (says she)
true nuff (I say) cep tits bin dunna zillion
times before and ain't so fresh. It's
new to me (she says) an di lie kit.
(Goes on) so what's the point,
them's only little lines of
witty, gritty bitsa stuff
that pulls yer bellrope
strokes yer smile.
Yer excercises, same as them
We do in Bible school
xcep we see what's deeper meant,
how every word and every breath
reveals God's intent.
All same pigeon (says I) you know
I'm only trying to make it through t'day
and reach manana. (She) you ain't
gonna let me forget that areya?
Nah but I love yah don't I, kiss me.
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