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I've got regular files
in the profiles of smiles.
My merry songs
turn to wild bile
after the gong .
When I saw the coming storm.
My warm tone unwoven
Sent a wrenching tenfold,
a cold of sorts.
what hideous sport
but my strong me
who can be that bugger
you don't want to see when you're a mugger
trying to get a couple things for free
from me, let's see.
obituaries and invitations all on paper
Congratulations
if you get one not the other
why bother smothering with mother’s kisses
when there are others
who will miss us
THE STORM
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