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The rocks are in the bag
and the money is
on the hillside
An avalanche of laughter
flew out the window
and fed the birds
The naked man
wore a black
velvet suit
If not Jesus
call him
Zoot He crashed into myself
but refused
to apologize
His future
is hitch-hiking
on Yesterday Boulevard
He said Maybe
when all we heard
was frogs croaking
Fat tears were
the frontman
for a fat joke
A picnic basket
is in his pocket
with the tuna fish
The beer glass
is a flat dish
with no straw
And I wish
nothing
had an ending
But that
can never
be true
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© PAUL OLIVERIO ©
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