The Rain falls upon my neck
Love cannot be filtered to Tubec
I am strong today and tomorrow
Silver polish is the choice of sorrow
I speak nonsense to those who dont get me
I speak riddles to those who forget me
The grass grows in every direction
And the dog has an infection
Those shoes are new to you and me
The black widow sings in harmony
Life is precious an not to be wasted
But death can nevery be evaded
The words run low from time to time
Which brings us to the end of this wacky rhyme.
10/21/2002
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