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Some Man
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Drunken Ramblings Some man in a red hat asked me the way,
I didn`t know it, hardly could tell what he say.
Some man in a gorrila coat played me a tune,
Whilst muttering rhymes of howfen past and talk of early june.
He said this man so calmly then,
"Do you like my shoes?"
Whilst cars whizzed past so frequently as he strummed out the blues.
"Am i here or there or everywhere?",
He asked with eyes so red and distant,
"You belong over there with the wild, wild ones",
And he went within an instant.
