Jun 012012

diddle daddle, take the paddle, take the right moves and push away, the distant far away provinces of the near now and the newly near, we seek to fit and fet and faint away the rain, like a savage beast and a savage heart and the only statement and the last debasement and the necessary pattern and the lucky one, the primary matter and the little tatters and the fat trombone, the man who wails away, his heart in the moon and the moon in his paw, he eats salvation and drinks faith with a straw, he is little and round, and round and little, and he sits far away from us all, he dancing skills on the window, his reflection stark and true, he wears a hat,


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