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June 7, 2005 |
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Time is a sausage
Time is a sausageThat's what he saidI’m quit fond of sausage,He was’nt jokingtime is a sausageDrinking winesmokingoutsidethe frogs, the damn frogsare they in the sausagebulging at endsconnected and held by motion of skinforced up ,tight from the linkThat's where Christ shinesdefinesa moment I thinkcreating and ending the pressure of yearscenturies pastmotherless tearssexual perversionsmarital blisssnowflakes on windows dissolve in a kissThat is the sausage-I ponder a drink -but separate in wondersglorious link!Holding to gatherbut, dividing the shorethis one from thatbeginning and moreI’m quiet fond of sausagethe frogs and the winethe place of my chairit’s place in this timecarbon base lifea table for twobursting with atomsfollowing youuntil the end -another drink- puffsmokewhen God of creationgreat words he spokewill close up the booktime to a endof sausage, frogswine with a friend
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