You there. Instructions.
The dog bless a bowl a day
and a shell curled, pink.
Bring me my mine, he'll say,
Belong to me like a belt.
At night he will remind you
what was clotted in kindergarten
and nobly hung in the bathroom.
Comfortably sing to him the following:
I had some dreams,
they were clouds in my coffin.
We will be back to back. Til then,
de goob as golb. Uh, no.
Be here. Be here for us. Til then,
be here for us. Bye bye.
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