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Fiddlin' About // No Encore

Little did i know that i knew
so very little, & soon as i knew
how little i could know, the stink
in the swamp was rising in a
methane glow, (Little and slow
we'd have to go, going past
gone, then somewhat  more.
Little little was the pussycat;s fiddle (when for really there was no
                            (such of a fiddle at all a'loud).
once again, i looked so little that I may as well have naught looked the
                              least  fiddlingly of any (of 'em).
So what the hell can you do?  We've already fiddled while Rome burned.  
( Can't do much better'n that with a ratchet nor a pillow.)
2020danbozakdkzk poom+picte 2020
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Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
Author's Note
An Aging Cat's Music Fairy's Luck ran out today. No more that 9 lives shit for you.
Yo, cat, while we're at it, play us one of them heavenly jigs.
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