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Jan 2013
I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
clouded, grey.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
clouded, grey.

I saw a turtle flying high,
and he cried,
tears of clay.

I saw a turtle flying high,
and he cried,
tears of clay.

And it storms,
so the turtle flies away.
And it pours,
so the turtle hides away.

And the boats,
don't dare leave the bay.
And fur coats,
always run away.

Curiosity,
didn't **** the cat.
It was the neighbor,
with a baseball bat.

My intentions were,
always good,
but never great.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

I saw a turtle flying high,
across the sky,
the other day.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

And he shouted down from above,
there's no more,
******* love.

My intentions were always good,
but never great.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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