mordantly into jazz guitarists
slathered with creamcheese
the daylight has surrendered to my cigar-
ette
i live for the town slathered in whipped cream
and do everything for the giant bee three
organ player go go
make me a crushed ice and pour that syrup down into
me
dead man's bop
hornets wearing porkpie hats
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