Polish curative curtains?
I walk up and down,
and finally crown the old battalion. they canter off into the forest.
Retrieve the stream's hairpiece.
Two piece for the toupee,
ransom for a handsome work of furry art.
i pull out the slowly turning burlap sack,
the magical latch firmly embedded in its unworthy furls,
fling it in an instant on the unsuspecting burly-cavalry (who in the meanwhile are growling and rearing their horses up a foot or two for no apparent reason)
i scream, "I, your benefactor,
swindled near a windmill,
clog-Baron of the world i be,
story of old I claim for my own grown oats."
They bow, clown car emerges from the forest, a highly tanned Cher steps out.
"Off with it."
and everything vanishes into thin air,
but for the toupee and me.
Stuck together in lovely oblivion.
and finally crown the old battalion. they canter off into the forest.
Retrieve the stream's hairpiece.
Two piece for the toupee,
ransom for a handsome work of furry art.
i pull out the slowly turning burlap sack,
the magical latch firmly embedded in its unworthy furls,
fling it in an instant on the unsuspecting burly-cavalry (who in the meanwhile are growling and rearing their horses up a foot or two for no apparent reason)
i scream, "I, your benefactor,
swindled near a windmill,
clog-Baron of the world i be,
story of old I claim for my own grown oats."
They bow, clown car emerges from the forest, a highly tanned Cher steps out.
"Off with it."
and everything vanishes into thin air,
but for the toupee and me.
Stuck together in lovely oblivion.
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