In a crooked little town...
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21 Jul 2007, 00:15
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...they were lost and never found,
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground.
Run away before you drown or the streets will beat ya down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground...
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground.
Run away before you drown or the streets will beat ya down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves on the ground...
The torso diverged with pride
Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct
The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs
For a chondrin puzzle so quaint
Head and body decollate
A heaving mass so quiescent...