by Paul Casey
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he’ll be here she tells us while buses in memphis cuss the blasphemers senses
i was there the fair brown bear dragon’s lair chestnut mare
orange you glad i didn’t say banana
remember when around the bend then blue and black rolled back
it’s not like that way you looked from the back in black
you know it to be true hot to be blue
a movie story for joy we all toyed with the thought
grab bite oww claw get off
jump bounce plop flop now quiet as a mouse
relax we sent the fax and paid the tax children jumping jacks
she called rising tall purple small and all
sleepy needy speedy she wore the blue
season close goodness knows time froze first snow bunny
slam went the door i am said ford lord