Elegant alarmclock stops in its tracks collapses minutes upon scrawny angles the seconds tangle in fights the knights of Columbus and the Rotary too involved in a stew of intrigue we can’t feed ourselves we can’t toast our healths or any other occasions the results are so amazing we’ve got nothing to go on just pride left to crow on yes over the river and through the kumquats we’ve adopted the highways and planted the byways the wonders never ceasing and the monkeys always greasing the gears we fear ourselves out of touch and we’re much too clever to fear our neighbors we become our own saviors and toast all the town it’s a ground-up drowning with a clown and an éclair in the middle of a square peg city just a round hole world and it spins as we sink deeper in
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