And the joke stops at 12 (as if
it never begun)
When all the laughter starts (as if
it's never ending) you see
But the parts are always cast
Just to act is enough,
even though it might not last,
even though it's tough, Because
More Bacon or Bacon More?
Our tills more then store?
Bread more than loaves,
Stoves more than fire,
fire more than de-sir!-e
for bu-sin!-ness?
To Fry some meat is no great feat
but to Fry a Spy is harder to try (while Oscar died Crossed)
And More killed from belief that had him, finally, killed
But to kill is not hard to have that death one is skilled
Learnt form gentle inductioning than hard-press doctrination
That goes from any person- any nation from nude Belgium to sandy Cario
From Italy to Canada- so far!
As far a Jacques...Jacque....Jack....Ja...ah! Yes, yes o yes...Derrida! What about
The Hitch can save the nine
Stephen is shaking with Richard
But Mr. 'arris went to 'arris
Spoke a little Bench but not enough enough to speak....
And John is easy to define
Even without the use of lables,
even without the use of cables even while
Because it begins as tragedy
And then as a farce
It always starts a comedy
Until it's has become sparce, but
Boethius sits in his cell as philosophy is speaking,
While poetry is telling
Which from the warm emotion reeks,
And he awakens from, his & to the, spell
-but he has nobody to call
no body at all...so
Dots are only spots and headlights are really starts
But no-one started a car with fire
and no-one played dot-to-dot...
Four Quarters might be enough though 4 is small
Five is bigger less perfect and rounded than 4
But Four's enough and no more but
Terry thinks that life is jazz
and that cars move rather fast
he prefers to take a walk
he prefers to take a talk despite the fact and Pablo was several old foreign beasts while
Successful Sisters go to graduations,
While troublesome brothers start revolutions
but Lewis was never a serial killer but a writer who liked
no sense...look at it this way
Not to have a community of belief would be such a relief
And pictures speak through words,
Though deaf and dumb and blind,
And letters talk through paintings,
Though rubbish, waste, unkind and look
And the dogs are rising- one of a corsperation,
one of a dead man dying but both are for the fighting and
both are for the lying but if both are not for each other there's really no point trying
there really is no point crying even if tears cause floods even if cuts cause bloods and no one was caught drinking wine and no one was held for spilling milk because one never suicideds without commitment one never weds a bride without doves even though logos are a gogo listening all to toto singing about africa even while
The Owls are slowly staring
The Magpies are in Fury
The Cuckoos are in Unrest
The dawn chorus of the Canaries is rising louder
Who will come and hear their birdsong?
Come and listen to the birdsong under the cellars. Because
Thick wallpaper deafens the unfamiliar noise
Of something nature-related but who can remember between the ads still
Solomon has the luck of the unlucky
His coat so red his health so plucky
A man with his personal club
With a language you cannot dub
The still small music of history
Though the bass still race the beats of many hearts and still
Napoleon is sitting on his hill,
Is he about to say "Peace!"
Readjusting Greece?
Or will he say "War, war, more war!"
Because he can never have enough or more. But how about
Eliot needed his editor.
It was April,
-Not January
-Not Febuary
-Not March
-Not April
-Not May
-Not July
-Not August
-Not Septemember
-Not October
-Not Novemeber
-Not December
that was the funniest month
at least the first time
Pen-Men die in stations, starvations, from what they saw and And Allen's echo howls...
Though some re-makes r-ecreation makes his song rather station... Soren gave an earthquake to his only father
He changed his name & blamed the game
And Zarathustra is coming down the mountain,
He is coming to check the fountain.
Is the water clean & clear
Or is it bleach & is it dear? WhileSmiling ever after hang on!...
Happy new Era every one! Happy new Decade,
Happy new Year my son happy, happy new day
It is never never over yet...you better you better you bet! and
it never begun)
When all the laughter starts (as if
it's never ending) you see
But the parts are always cast
Just to act is enough,
even though it might not last,
even though it's tough, Because
More Bacon or Bacon More?
Our tills more then store?
Bread more than loaves,
Stoves more than fire,
fire more than de-sir!-e
for bu-sin!-ness?
To Fry some meat is no great feat
but to Fry a Spy is harder to try (while Oscar died Crossed)
And More killed from belief that had him, finally, killed
But to kill is not hard to have that death one is skilled
Learnt form gentle inductioning than hard-press doctrination
That goes from any person- any nation from nude Belgium to sandy Cario
From Italy to Canada- so far!
As far a Jacques...Jacque....Jack....Ja...ah! Yes, yes o yes...Derrida! What about
The Hitch can save the nine
Stephen is shaking with Richard
But Mr. 'arris went to 'arris
Spoke a little Bench but not enough enough to speak....
And John is easy to define
Even without the use of lables,
even without the use of cables even while
Because it begins as tragedy
And then as a farce
It always starts a comedy
Until it's has become sparce, but
Boethius sits in his cell as philosophy is speaking,
While poetry is telling
Which from the warm emotion reeks,
And he awakens from, his & to the, spell
-but he has nobody to call
no body at all...so
Dots are only spots and headlights are really starts
But no-one started a car with fire
and no-one played dot-to-dot...
Four Quarters might be enough though 4 is small
Five is bigger less perfect and rounded than 4
But Four's enough and no more but
Terry thinks that life is jazz
and that cars move rather fast
he prefers to take a walk
he prefers to take a talk despite the fact and Pablo was several old foreign beasts while
Successful Sisters go to graduations,
While troublesome brothers start revolutions
but Lewis was never a serial killer but a writer who liked
no sense...look at it this way
Not to have a community of belief would be such a relief
And pictures speak through words,
Though deaf and dumb and blind,
And letters talk through paintings,
Though rubbish, waste, unkind and look
And the dogs are rising- one of a corsperation,
one of a dead man dying but both are for the fighting and
both are for the lying but if both are not for each other there's really no point trying
there really is no point crying even if tears cause floods even if cuts cause bloods and no one was caught drinking wine and no one was held for spilling milk because one never suicideds without commitment one never weds a bride without doves even though logos are a gogo listening all to toto singing about africa even while
The Owls are slowly staring
The Magpies are in Fury
The Cuckoos are in Unrest
The dawn chorus of the Canaries is rising louder
Who will come and hear their birdsong?
Come and listen to the birdsong under the cellars. Because
Thick wallpaper deafens the unfamiliar noise
Of something nature-related but who can remember between the ads still
Solomon has the luck of the unlucky
His coat so red his health so plucky
A man with his personal club
With a language you cannot dub
The still small music of history
Though the bass still race the beats of many hearts and still
Napoleon is sitting on his hill,
Is he about to say "Peace!"
Readjusting Greece?
Or will he say "War, war, more war!"
Because he can never have enough or more. But how about
Eliot needed his editor.
It was April,
-Not January
-Not Febuary
-Not March
-Not April
-Not May
-Not July
-Not August
-Not Septemember
-Not October
-Not Novemeber
-Not December
that was the funniest month
at least the first time
Pen-Men die in stations, starvations, from what they saw and And Allen's echo howls...
Though some re-makes r-ecreation makes his song rather station... Soren gave an earthquake to his only father
He changed his name & blamed the game
And Zarathustra is coming down the mountain,
He is coming to check the fountain.
Is the water clean & clear
Or is it bleach & is it dear? WhileSmiling ever after hang on!...
Happy new Era every one! Happy new Decade,
Happy new Year my son happy, happy new day
It is never never over yet...you better you better you bet! and
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