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Trapped in a sinking sedan: "This couldn't be any worse!" |
The wind swung around from the north
And the temperature dropped with the sun,
So I dressed in pantlegs and sleeves
And drove down the bar to the show.
Lucretius could wait, The Stooges were playing,
Eye-poke and head-bonk the nature of things,
Extravagant slapstick with babies as squirt guns,
And the orphanage saved in the end,
Good practice to laugh when we can.
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