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Marsupial Provalones
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Early Writings My life
A deck of playing cards
And everyday's a joker
The fiddles play the cat
And the cow sits upo the moon
And it's hard to laugh, hard to live
Hard to live a plot that never gives
Infinite charades, numb my starfucks
And as the rivulets ring, and the brass starts to sting
Laughter cracks teh glass, high-pitched as the
nite-owls, on the eve of my birthday
And it escalates from there, And the west melts from there
If heaven has a heart, may it bleed for me
If chains are made of pheasants, may it flock to me
I will obey you, mother goose, and father time
The marsupials are clones, the drones are all alone
And my breath is made of stone
