Your mother disappeared,
Who had taught remedial English;
Taking a stab at the dark
She entered the wetness of the day
As circles cursed their related circles.
What happened to your father?
You need a satisfactory answer
And you need to take one supper
As a prospect for the eternal varieties
In heavenly sights too visible.
I see the circumstances?
I played dominoes and sung
Darker songs than the ones before;
Pictures of special cakes came in,
I couldn't imagine the familiar.
Then I found a stack of magazines
Launched by the propellants of the
Unique minds, and in some of the
Pictures was a crime in this garage
We inspect on our birthdays.
I drove my car into parties that swayed
With hotel barons and sheriffs
Of unique buttons so shivering in rains.
They came into town to deliver
Messages of justice to those infirm.
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