the monkey
When you sicken from pursuit the fire belching reptile its time to take the trunk route and shoot yourself [not in the head with a lead projectile]....but in the arm it does more harm of course you'll find a horse from china,white as snow or brown as is more frequently found and you go round and round and up and down and when the ride has reached it's end and you return to ask old friends to lend a monkey for some more... they'll turn away from you and say you've got one on your...
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lisa
To much has happened to write in this tiny box
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