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A POET'S VIEW: The Consequences of Eating Too Many Sour Chewy Sweettarts**fROM THE dESK OF THE pOET** / I'm embarrassed to admit this. The night before last I ate an excessive amount of Sour Chewy Sweettarts. If you've ever had them you know that just one or two have enough toxic chemical dust sprinkled on them to make your mouth numb for several minutes. Well I got into a rhythm of eating one, then adding one to it, then another for three, then four, then five, then six all the way to seven at one time. In that experiment alone I consumed no fewer than 26 Sour Chewy Sweetarts and even that was after having warmed up with several single helpings. / Sour Chewy Sweettarts were at one time marketed under the name "Shockers". Let me tell you they should have respected the truth in advertising inherent with that label. The intensity of tartness conferred from all these ***** Wonka treats was remarkable and very well could have been the most face-squinching sourness I've experienced in my fifty-plus years.
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LoveBirdsShe had a needle ***** pin for his dream balloon / He laughed at her faith / Mocked it
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The Synchronistic Rocking Chair (a.k.a. "This Rocking Chair Kills Fascists")canto 1 / I call her daddy my own. He felt nothing for her when the time had come for him to do something he fell and she felt nothing at all, nothing whatsoever. It is a cruel world, mateys, and the best thing you can do is curse God and die. Hard to ditch the pity act. Ditching is denying and there is much truth to the lie. / canto 2
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An Apology of Sorts*Didn't it sound a lot like something / He said a long time ago? / Now it makes sense
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hOME aLONEIt's too soon to live in memories / I try to convince myself / Years don't change everything
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Livin' Thing (Part 8)I need to know something. I don’t know if you want to tell me or not, but I really don’t care. You’re gonna tell me or you’re gonna find yourself in a world of trouble. I’m already ****** and it won’t take much to push me over the edge into dangerously angry territory. / No, **** it. Never mind. I’m ALREADY in “dangerously angry territory”. No, it wasn’t your fault. I was already close enough I could see the other side of reason before you came along. / But it would still be nice to know, if you’re willing to tell me. I mean, I’m not going to force it from you. That was the plan just a moment ago, but I’ve changed my mind. I’ve decided that my bitterness is not your fault. I won’t make you pay for it.
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Johnny MarijuanaGotta find a new way / To scribble the pencil on paper / To draw letters and words
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The sacred Music (expeeealidoechiussuppercaaaalifradgiggggggggggggg)The needle falls down on the record, a thump deep in the bass, the speaker cone shakes and the sound ocean floods from my Serwin-Vegas...That alien who stepped out of the saucer in Close Encounters of the Third Kind decides to speak to Dreyfuss, and this is what it sounds like. This is the language of his planet, on the other side of a black hole in the Gamma region. / A ****** of crows, cold in the snow, muttering low, squeaking and squealing. Love taking on flesh and blood, suffocated by skin, now let's let the service begin. They sing their gut-hungry praises then flitter away. / Signifying nothing.
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How the Trombone Player Wound Up in a Watery Grave (an epic)A pixie marching band took their show on the road. / 17 tiny horn players and a drummer / with a button for a snare.
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Colorado Stoners (12w ...actually just 7 but one is repeated 6 times)Colorado stoners firing it up / Lucky lucky lucky lucky lucky lucky luck
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