SOS and big boom waiting in the pink room Morrison and Mickey Mouse pinochle in Daffy Duck's cOOKoo-cLock clUCk house climb the cow to chomp the moon spit up chEEse go to your rOOm! groove gruuve like sugar kane stick of gun deep in my brainblacklodged deep in my brain you taste like cinnamin or mon or spicy hot and not legume gently jumps the man who climbs in the back of Big Bird's suit was never green like Streisand's snoot wOTTERstory! to shout and sing this song why can't birds and bugs just get along parking ticket and third place prize you do NOT have my fathers eyes (not in that basket of mice or bucket of chum) nor his grin for his rhyth-ITH-ithm died in a dodo bongo played to a gal named Joanna Luongo Ferminstile whose smile made me look up up high at stars that stick like zits to sky and I stare and wink and wonder why I'm still only just this height, and inch shorter than God, good night.

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