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Stitch up the nets but the patch won't stay |
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As the nail beds rest in the calico hay |
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The Fiji Mermaid dressed in macrame's |
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Wading road in the fork and a bend |
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In the spoon tern cut short as a shadow at noon |
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Melting like wax as that once full moon's |
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Now waning ersatz acts an insufferable bore |
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'Sharp Shots' dull as a harlequin's sword |
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When doing as you please doesn't please you anymore |
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Stick of the match as the paraffin show |
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Drop a nickel to watch the asparagus grow |
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'The stone in what shell?' |
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You sure like to know now don't you? |
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A loom in the heir as the medicine came |
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To the nest of the mare of the mystery claims |
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But you'll miss having someone to blame |
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For your sadness, now won't you? |
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Well maybe there'll be a bakery hiring -- |
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We'll knead a little dough to get by |
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[Groan!] |
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Did you come knocking on my door |
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Or did I come to yours? |
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Whose ship came washed up on whose shore? |
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And from what ocean floor? |
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There wasn't much to her dress |
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& I felt stuck in my body like a horse in quicksand... |
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Didn't you come knocking on my door? |
