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lemon queen
furn the tan on for the lemon queen.
before i should forget, i'll betray the new york mets.
turn the lamp on before the melon lets off steam.
you won't even believe, i've already placed the bets.
who stole the small ashtray?
you'll fold the tall rash of clay.
who dissected the serpent, once again?
you infected the purpose, you young men!
sometimes we want it to lose all the meaning.
sometimes we need this to slow all the bleeding.
