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$$ .d""b. .d""b. HOE E'ZINE #1035
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ss$$ "Poor Andrew"
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ by, Anodyne
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$$ $$ $$ $$ $$ $$ 3/08/00
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$$ $$ "TssT" "TssT"
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turning around with the world sometimes we forget that
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but then our laundromat days and 60 Minutes nights make
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us remember all too well since the drought the bucket
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has returned only with sand and the occasional scorpion
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covered with special sauce and dripping with the saliva
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like she was that day but it wasn't a day just like any
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other because the sun was slightly less yellow.
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i just took a little
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nap curled up with a kitten and hot chocolate and a
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Hustler magazine just like the good old days when we
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used to pledge allegiance and we were all so blissfully
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ignorant of everything that would somehow become a problem
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before problems there Was just Was and Is and I'm really
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enjoying this all fully I'm fulfilled, they say its
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faith I say its a smoke-filled coliseum with a thousand
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lighters jiving inside a soulful ballad so don't remain
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staid pricks for so long instead go outside put away
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the mouse and go for a swiss & pastrami on rye
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which, as we all know, seems like a good idea until
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you think about it with even a minimal primate brain
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it is obvious that we're here together and we're not
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at all like elm trees, more like the nuts: to interject,
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i'm thankful that no part of my body is itchy right now
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because i've chewed off all my fingernails waiting for
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you to put away the chalk and see that i'm the brightest
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student ever to take a spelling test, ignoble but
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interested in the arts and cultures of bacteria plaid
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across the dish turbid and turquoise and smelling
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worse than
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Colonel Jackson did in 1814 although the
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British officers were very odiferous not to slight them
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to this day i've got hope 'cause I'm
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the Pope except smoking less dope
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Jackson, Jackson, I've got a new
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substance called soap
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rhyming like ghetto preschoolers after lessons from
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dre, building blocks mommy put on my socks what
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beautiful red locks you have doing whip-its all night
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but save some pressure for spraying cream on that
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crimson beaver strawberry shortcake
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coins P
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are made in Philadelphia, Denver,
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and San Francisco, D
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and for a short period
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earlier this century S
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were minted in Carson City ... CC
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that's in Nevada the
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sharpest state in the Union
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and i suppose its time
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for something w(sh)itty so you can keep reading on on
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ward of the state i suppose i should throw some
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naughty words in here to keep some of you fucking
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assholes reading even though i'd rather you were gone
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away fucking the love of your life in romantic wonder
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and mystery: yeah, i'm convinced that love is real,
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warms your heart more than the biggestest
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bongest hittest you could ever consume with
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those two fleshy sacs that used to be lungs, but that
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term is reserved for things colored red or some shade thereof
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You never did anything
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Wrong.
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You aren't allowed to be
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sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry
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can you please tell me where i am let me describe it
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top of Victoria Falls, python in my pocket and an
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unloaded rifle and Orion is getting ready to hit
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me again but i can still laugh because his pants fell
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down when he started the movement upward out of
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this depression of prohibition annihilation evacuation
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with no survivors except one lonely active reactor:
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revoltion against redundancy is the best we can do,
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and teach everybody the importance of bringing a compass
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seashells and cloudless skies and mild climates,
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fiery hope lights the way and we coast gently
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into the hangar, soft for all time and feathery
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not tickling only downy, rising above everything
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so we can find real zeal and vigorous loins, because
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with the tongue of an angel nobody notices the
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lack of wings
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This is a picture of the big-titted chick that sat
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next to you in math class. A stare case!
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Jackson, Jackson, it gets real slippery
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[ (c) HOE E'ZINE -- http://www.hoe.nu HOE #1035, BY ANODYNE - 3/8/00 ]
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