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PURPLE SWEETHEART Found metaphors in her oatmeal Cooked her bibles in gasoline Accused me of being Bob Dylan. I made a kite out of floppy disks and flew away on a hazy afternoon. Toothpick dreams and rusty elbows Suffocation in a Cadillac. |
a cool and refreshing treat
Hey, hey! Hey, I'm a hot dog.
Hey! My brain is numb.
Tell me to subscribe to the paper
and I will smile and disagree.
Stand on my head and throw
your refreshing blue beverage at me!
Hey!
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