she liked playing my flute
and was udderly cute
though I stick with the real Gina.
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Though the timing is rather uncanny,
On another year’s crestit may BE for the bestif you sat on that day on your fanny.Turning old is a product of fate.It’s a mental/emotional state.And just think of the kickswhen you’re seventy six.Your’e still growing at age forty-eight.
Komm flieg mit mir, mein kleiner Spatz
die Lava fliesst, du kleiner Matzrepetitio humanum est.Fuehlst du im Inner’n den Ergussdes Samens dreiste Feuchtigkeit,die Tiefe er erreichen mussdie Tuer mach auf, das Tor mach weit.
She was, it must be said, proportional,
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She saw, there on her bed a sock,
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Who was the man who on that fateful day
a metal case filled to the very rim with death?Who was the fellow piloting the Enola Gay?And did he grin when when sudden panic choked their breath?A mushroom cloud arose, accompanied by shroudsof radiation puffs that travelled incognitothroughout the city, far away from Hirohito.‘Oh, yes, Hiroshima’, he said out on the porch,a lovely wife in…
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