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Crazy Da Must Sing

There are two ways,

I’m looking all the time.

But, and if, the forms of yellow

madden me this time. On the board

of soft metals, three inches above

the neck, behind the place

where you feel a tension in the

brain when you picture a

tomato. Smell it, and

you are in another place.

And why not wreck an

automobile for Christmas?