see where it goes
its flights of fancy no one knows
a snicker snack a doce do
a snark at night the tuba knows
a shark at noon blew tuberoon
a slink a slack don't blow your tune
a slap tap back to tambourine
you do not write just what you mean
a target shoot a wedding pan
you must look sharp i am i am
when tigers shoot the marksman dead
a litter ture outside the head
the dark of night upheaves the day
there really isn't much to say
a littered room a frosty stove
a tongueless groove who really knows
the wise the guile less a stream
the wickedness of some extreme
a wedding hat a twisted rose
you have a few i know i nose
a rabbit feature turns your hat
but you don't know where it is at
quite comforbol to some extreme
i really don't know what you mean
denis streeeter 4/4/20
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