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Sun – shoulders ease
Nothing to do but sail this lake
tack around, sail back


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I'm pulling petals off a flower
and I don't mean, loves me, loves me not
I mean, I like the soft touch
and the way it squeals when I pluck


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My blood is happy
Little cells giggling
we love you Ashley


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When I sit on the throne
I am Keith Moon
My diet is terrible


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Old Speckled Hen
in a flute
doth not champagne make



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