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This morning I was feeling like a Savior I saved a baby bird from her sure demise; pulled her right out of his mouth, you should've seen the Snake's eyes I said I bet that doesn't feel real well with a grin, and then set him on fire and sent him back to hell, to swim in the lake of sin I cradled her gently and heard whispered peeping I studied her feathers carefully for I knew she was worth keeping By noon I was feeling sort of grumpy until I met an old toad Sitting warm red and lumpy. He asked for a snack and I wanted to see him satisfied, So I scooped up a grasshopper and plucked out its' eyes. And I picked up two more, and a cricket just for fun, today has been a good day out here in the sun. This afternoon I'm feeling sort of combative, A battle of species is sounding very attractive. For this next stanza, no matter what the cost, We will see titans cross swords in the form of a spider and a wasp. They begin fighting, someone plays a koto and I'm sorry folks, I wish I had a photo.
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC
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This morning I was feeling like a Savior I saved a baby bird from her sure demise; pulled her right out of his mouth, you should've seen the Snake's eyes I said I bet that doesn't feel real well with a grin, and then set him on fire and sent him back to hell, to swim in the lake of sin I cradled her gently and heard whispered peeping I studied her feathers carefully for I knew she was worth keeping By noon I was feeling sort of grumpy until I met an old toad Sitting warm red and lumpy. He asked for a snack and I wanted to see him satisfied, So I scooped up a grasshopper and plucked out its' eyes. And I picked up two more, and a cricket just for fun, today has been a good day out here in the sun. This afternoon I'm feeling sort of combative, A battle of species is sounding very attractive. For this next stanza, no matter what the cost, We will see titans cross swords in the form of a spider and a wasp. They begin fighting, someone plays a koto and I'm sorry folks, I wish I had a photo.
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Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 11:39 AM UTC
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