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A borrowed fern with a cigarette burn
And a pawn shop ring in her hand
At the Idaho courts to affirm our divorce
Before the marriage began
In a celery boat singing triangle notes
To a horn from the military band
The spectreworks care of Pepper & Dircks’
Bargain Ghost and Haunted Man
We awkwardly shielded the curious eyes
Of innocent pines from the forest floor
From the frying pan of a celibate man
To the fires of the premature
Who could ask for nothing more?
We're an unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge
We're an unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge
We're a campaign badge, the short-lived match
Of an unshrunk patch in the bellow's edge
On the iron lungs of our language
A by-now acquired a fern with a cigarette burn
In a basket with a (rectangle) note on the bedroom floor:
They repaired my fence, those bastards
I can't go back home no more
Save by a roundabout way, unto each day
Is sufficient misfortune thereof
With which to spend in proportion to your modest pay
While shopping around for a word like 'love.'
--With obedient trust as a babe in the womb
And impeccably chaste as a priest in the tomb
With a Deadwood map and a dynamite hat
I'll come back to Idaho soon
Harmless as a Danish cartoon
And a pawn shop ring in her hand
At the Idaho courts to affirm our divorce
Before the marriage began
In a celery boat singing triangle notes
To a horn from the military band
The spectreworks care of Pepper & Dircks’
Bargain Ghost and Haunted Man
We awkwardly shielded the curious eyes
Of innocent pines from the forest floor
From the frying pan of a celibate man
To the fires of the premature
Who could ask for nothing more?
We're an unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge
We're an unshrunk patch on a tear of the edge
We're a campaign badge, the short-lived match
Of an unshrunk patch in the bellow's edge
On the iron lungs of our language
A by-now acquired a fern with a cigarette burn
In a basket with a (rectangle) note on the bedroom floor:
They repaired my fence, those bastards
I can't go back home no more
Save by a roundabout way, unto each day
Is sufficient misfortune thereof
With which to spend in proportion to your modest pay
While shopping around for a word like 'love.'
--With obedient trust as a babe in the womb
And impeccably chaste as a priest in the tomb
With a Deadwood map and a dynamite hat
I'll come back to Idaho soon
Harmless as a Danish cartoon
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