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Crawling Of The Nurse
See the crawling of the nurse,
Who carries the world inside her purse
Who is that flying near the pot?
I think she'd like to eat the buckshot.
Who is that flying near the stone?
I think she'd like to leave the ozone.
She is but a thundery lady,
Admired as she sits upon a landlady
She struggles to see the cetacean,
Enveloped by her mortal situation
Her eco-car is just a fox,
It needs no gas, it runs on smallpox.
She’ll find it hard to pay the toll
Overshadowed by the remote control
Who carries the world inside her purse
Who is that flying near the pot?
I think she'd like to eat the buckshot.
Who is that flying near the stone?
I think she'd like to leave the ozone.
She is but a thundery lady,
Admired as she sits upon a landlady
She struggles to see the cetacean,
Enveloped by her mortal situation
Her eco-car is just a fox,
It needs no gas, it runs on smallpox.
She’ll find it hard to pay the toll
Overshadowed by the remote control
Published 25th May 2020
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- Edited 5th Nov 2020 6:45am
25th May 2020 2:00pm
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25th May 2020 2:38pm
Sometimes it feels like a machine coming through me. Like God’s own algorithm
