Cry loud when you hear him say
“Thanks my friend, that’s how life is”
The picnic basket shines o’yes
Sour apple eyes gape at the bay..
Don’t draw the line when you are to choke
Shimmery teeth of the demon soak;
Plug your nerves, look high above..
Dazzles the door of the dove.
Look at him, cry loud you would
When the bird of truth flies high nude..
Feed your silent screech today,
….Cry loud when you hear him say….
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