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Dec 2013
As I walk down the road all I see
are Asparagus lanes and Asparagus trees
what is this thing about Asparagus and me
when will these stalks of green set me free

I see Asparagus in the morning
I dream of Asparagus at night
I eat it till it comes out of my ears
with a belly so very tight

My best friend just knocked for me
and ******* do a Asparagus I see
oh pity me
and my Asparagus plea

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

Β© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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