Got bed in the evening
You're a freaking disgrace
Wake up in the morning
Everybody loves your face
These are thing like ding a lings
Walking through the clouds
Dingbats and stormy cats
Held upside down
Shaking loose the charge
Of our change
Into the by and large
Channeled into the corner
Of the stream of time
Held in a beat
Through a quatrain of rhyme...
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