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Cur Few In Parad'ice[for] a DaDa Doodah Day

"grandpa died lastweek & he's buried in the rocks,
everybody still talks about how badly they were shocked,
but me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control................" ~Dylan(notThomas)c.1965
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a loss'o con
trol, & �over roll wee
� � � � � � � � � go,
treasures'o plastick stuck [un]to
us
hands,Our frivells, our fronds,
juslike slobberCandy to a ba'by stuck
stickin
stickerly..........eyeknew
� � � � � � � � � � � �thy knights had ironyarmoured
� � � � � � � � � shiny on shins & erstwhere whilst
� � � � � � � wee pummeled
� � � � � �each thee
� � � � �other
wit sincerely penitent Joy.....

� � � � � � ! Joie P�nitent et Joyeusement !

aye!! baked such blood'good cake for Tristan & Tsara, but
dear
� � Isolde stole-thee-show,took-thee-cake, � �her
naked
a'ria
� � �better than anything this idiotabsurdist could
� � � � � � afford nor conjure as
Mother's Monkey
sh'outed
� � � � � "Fuck Me Mother's Monkey!",
just-in-time
to get back to ParaDice �'fore
� � � � �th'gate slamm'd
� � � � "cur'few! cur'few!"
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