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Play the trumpet organ-man play (freewrite)

Well, what now, hey?

I threw the dog overboard yesterday.

The day before, the day?

Where will you go, hey?

 

I heard the orchestra-man play

The same way,

Sanctum, requiem, asylum

All Latin in his French dog-eared play.

 

Hear the monkey, playing accordion play

To the whirling whirly-whirly-ghig

Tre dramatique, no? Today

I understand you're just as "tramatig."

 

I want to hear your Frenchmen play

Play ***** pipes play play

In his dog-eared French organ-man

Play

 

But I cannot, cannot say

Tears of joy, in hydrant spray

The Hyades triumphant rainbow stay

Cough your little fears away;

 

Hear the Star Spangled Francis Key play

Frenchmen play, play,

Little piggies counted play

Black white keys with little piggle-plumps play

 

Atone-al, A-tonal---atonal tonal sounds as if to say

"Getting married here to stay"

All alone and all today

Settle down if for a day

And who will hear the trumpet play

When organ-man Frenchman say

"Where? Home of the free" and stay

 

Keep your hands away

Never want to let you say

"Hear me, hear ye, all you weary, weary dreamers

But never left your confidence like Russell-rustle leaf-blown willow-white

 

You fill them up with seventy two pay

Make a kite, to(k)night, allRight

Thank god for the fleas in the right

Hairless creatures for to sway

 

I threw the dog overboard yesterday

The day before, the day

And if you'd wanted it to stay

You should've say, you should've say

 

But never let my hand betray

The vein, the line, the artery

Of arterial shells bombastically

Loquacious to a fault, this day

 

They say "You want another day"

They say "You never wanted say"

They say "You wasted every day"

They say "They say, they say, they say"

 

But e'er forget, ne'er forget

I'll despise you abandon heaven for earth to get

And leave your money, your millions behind

For mansions with my Lord to find

 

But in the ceiling never was a god to pray

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Feb 29, 2012
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