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Oct 2016
The music was crap and the singer went flat
but the words sunk in too deep and drowned

I rise in the lexicon
Luther and Superman
Marvel at me the comedian
see how they laugh,

On stage, one page, one more time
Lois is mine
but he's having none of it
I give him kryptonite and
he ain't laughing now.

In the hanging of the gardens at Babylon
where Maria met Joseph and got it on
a baby was born
call him
Absalom.

it's all mixed up because they fixed me up wrong
a song for the stein in me?
Frank has a line on me
and somewhere
I'm being reeled in.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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