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they're smoking cigars "She lives in this house over there-Has her world outside it-Grapples the earth with her fingers And her mouth, she's five years old.
Threads worms on a string-Keeps spiders in her pockets-Collects fly-wings in a jar-Scrubs horse-flies and pinches them on a line.
She has one friend he lives next door-They listen to the weather-He knows how many freckles she's got-She scratches his beard.
She's painting huge books-And glues them together-They saw a big raven-It glided down the sky, she touched it.
Today is a birthday-They're smoking cigars-He's got a chain of flowers-And sows a bird in her knickers.
They're smoking cigars-They lie in the bathtub-A chain of flowers." "birthday" - sugarcubes ................................................ can you believe that a day can still be crappy even when this lovely song is in your head non-stop? well start believing. who gives a shit anyway ............................................... and oh how could i forget! it's raining. who said anything about crappy? let his lying head be cut off this moment. |