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OCK OCK OCK !~~THEE TICKLEY'TOCK HEART'O'CLOCK~~
OCK OCK OCK !
byDanKozakMondJanua16,2012at9:16am
~~THEE TICKLEY'TOCK HEART'O'CLOCK~~
hey daddio, don'lock that Glock.
pleas pass it here.
got me sum time2killtime2killtime2k'ill
& thee
clock's a'layin on me chest just'bove me
malappropriate[d] ticklley-tock
heart.....th'Doc tried t'fix it,(longtyme'go) &
he did, but then it
scared my she'Doc, my sweetest
trim'lean everLove, away a way aw ay
[ 'long wit every
body else of most any friendly significance ]&
eye
a'woked in thee street of a neighborin town, left4dead [ or so
it mighta seemed], a'hole in me chest big'nough to see thru [ or mighta
so it seemed ],
singin4supper wit saxhorns rapt'round me neck,
(My Liberationin' Albatross[es]!), & was there 'cause there i was,
a beloved untouchable, for years &years..."You Are our downtown Ambience,
dear Sir. Just
stay rite wh'ere
you
are. H'ere....money...for you.
Just stay rite wh'ere ye Are, pleas..."
so,I
stayed where eye are but n'ow i'm gone'baby'gone, &they
(youknow how they are-) think aye'm st'ill th'ere, rite
where they (youknow who they are-) put me when
I
was unabled of puttin'mySelf anyfcknwhere.........but some how
I
left (splitted),& been g'g'gone for a fair while & they (d'you know wh'ere they are?-)
th'ink eye'aye'I st'ill st'ill st'illy stillstill
there.......
okayokay, wee'll
putaway thee clock putaway thee Glock (just4today)
or
busterCap on some poorslob who Really Needs It - ?muy pronto?
___________dkzk16jrny2012dkzkII_____________________
byDanKozakMondJanua16,2012at9:16am
~~THEE TICKLEY'TOCK HEART'O'CLOCK~~
hey daddio, don'lock that Glock.
pleas pass it here.
got me sum time2killtime2killtime2k'ill
& thee
clock's a'layin on me chest just'bove me
malappropriate[d] ticklley-tock
heart.....th'Doc tried t'fix it,(longtyme'go) &
he did, but then it
scared my she'Doc, my sweetest
trim'lean everLove, away a way aw ay
[ 'long wit every
body else of most any friendly significance ]&
eye
a'woked in thee street of a neighborin town, left4dead [ or so
it mighta seemed], a'hole in me chest big'nough to see thru [ or mighta
so it seemed ],
singin4supper wit saxhorns rapt'round me neck,
(My Liberationin' Albatross[es]!), & was there 'cause there i was,
a beloved untouchable, for years &years..."You Are our downtown Ambience,
dear Sir. Just
stay rite wh'ere
you
are. H'ere....money...for you.
Just stay rite wh'ere ye Are, pleas..."
so,I
stayed where eye are but n'ow i'm gone'baby'gone, &they
(youknow how they are-) think aye'm st'ill th'ere, rite
where they (youknow who they are-) put me when
I
was unabled of puttin'mySelf anyfcknwhere.........but some how
I
left (splitted),& been g'g'gone for a fair while & they (d'you know wh'ere they are?-)
th'ink eye'aye'I st'ill st'ill st'illy stillstill
there.......
okayokay, wee'll
putaway thee clock putaway thee Glock (just4today)
or
busterCap on some poorslob who Really Needs It - ?muy pronto?
___________dkzk16jrny2012dkzkII_____________________
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