Do nothing. It’s the greatest thing a man can ever do with his life.
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someone did something and something happened
someone didn’t do anything and something happened
something happened while nothing occured somewhere stopped
and when anything could happen anywhere nothing occurred to anyone
sometimes anything happens but sometimes anyones guess is
as good as yours and ocassionally something does something that
actually happens and settles back down with anything all around
someone thinks of something to make something happen
somewhere somehow over there look see someone did something
it is as if everything moves
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somewhere over the rainbow
there is a man with his arm in a sling
because he fell off his horse and he has a
wife by the name of Bertha and she can
drink a glass of milk in one large gulp…
but no matter!
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Allow me to introduce myself! : Hello.
I am myself allowing this introduction.
This is me is I bespeakith forth with to you
as of now. utterly perfectly senselessness
besplayed with all the trapping of an
aging grandfather clock with dementia
and one arm shorter than the other
tick away in its listlessness.
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aphasia - lovely girl.
she suffers from serious case of Samantha
which impairs in pears
she loves a good pear with her onions
doze in flame and extingushed with milk
o she was a rit mutterer
she muttered the matter till the cows came home
and sat and needed milking you milk the girls
i’ll milk the boys. she used to say. in her muttering way.
muttering through the matter of fact actually she knew
very little that was astounding
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her syntax was all dishevelled
her ups where downs and her downs
where sideways and whenever she stood up
a small man broke wind in a small village
though they where never married.
marriage is a great institution.
works better than prison.
and there are less bars.
and at night you can climb out
of cell and rob a neighbour
blind. rob a blind neighbour
and plot the spanish loyalist
revolution to undermine
coathangers for repressed
clothes
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anyway…she where right mad…
a right madame he was…girls blouse…
boys bike…sheeps bah…dogs tail…
heads over the rest…rest above the heads…
heads with bodies are like teeth without a mouth
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anyway…i’m going to switch myself off now.
the dinner will be ready in a couple of days.
and i am feeling very much like Sunday
she was right mad, a mad dame if you will, madame.
bravo, encore!