Your thoughts never occurred to

Your thoughts never occurred to

Cease to be rednecks
And inveterate egotist
I will think only my forehead
And I'll stay an artist.

Spree in Tarara,
I fire up the satellite into space
And Branson's loan
Lend a magical thermos.

Tale lie, so it hint,
Not tupite frankly
Your thoughts never occurred to
What is true instantly.

Be the fate of equilibrists
And do not think only my forehead,
I'm not selfish
And the notorious goons.


10/17/1910 Mr. Z.Sh.


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