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Bang Up To The Elephant
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To love and live with free intent, makes people do what never thought.
I thought for days and weeks, to find the why between the trees.
For me the search was far and wide, I walked and stalked, gal seeking
But too often sees my soul, was the two out of three girl prostrated.
I toiled in my head to sort, the feelings, the touch the gaze alone.
But never once to see the ball, all too often I turn and moment gone
That moment never need remain, for even if the girl she sang,
For me she still would be, the two out of three girl damfino.
Bricky often, sometimes gigglemug, I gaze and got the morbs.
I sit in halls dark half rats, and try to split the hairs betwixed.
Twas upbringing the cause or dream, that locks me in my mind today
Myself I ask in tempered voice, the two out of three girl skilamalink
I look around my city crumbling; I stand with shoulders touching few,
Shake a flannin, it seems for centuries, head just above the water rising
I know for sure twas upbringing, the brethren huddled thus creating
In pool cry aloud and wake, the two out of three girl has become unabridged
