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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.)
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2020danbozakdkzk poom+picte 2020
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Published 7th Jan 2020
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.
Yo, cat, while we're at it, play us one of them heavenly jigs.
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7th Jan 2020 9:58pm
7th Jan 2020 11:11pm
8th Jan 2020 00:02am
hey diddle diddle
the cat and the fiddle
the cow slumped over his phone
the little dog laughed to see such fun
and a dish ran away
on his own
the cat and the fiddle
the cow slumped over his phone
the little dog laughed to see such fun
and a dish ran away
on his own
8th Jan 2020 7:16am
Man, I hate it when cows slump on they's phones.
An abomination before The Lord. ( & after)
An abomination before The Lord. ( & after)
