something wrong, something true
A biting taste, a sarcastic twist
a nice array of brash bits
smothered all in....Quick!
fix!
the line before....
Think up something new
Of course
We can't always know the note that follows
an octave up
that sounded hollow.....
I'd like to smother it all in butter
and eat it like a piece of fresh baked bread
and then it'll be splen-did
So it was
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