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Wish I was a kellogg’s cornflake
Floatin’ in my bowl takin’ movies,
Relaxin’ awhile, livin’ in style,
Talkin’ to a raisin who ’casion’ly plays l.a.,
Casually glancing at his toupee.
Wish I was an english muffin
’bout to make the most out of a toaster.
I’d ease myself down,
Comin’ up brown.
I prefer boysenberry
More than any ordinary jam.
I’m a citizens for boysenberry jam fan.
Ah, south california.
If I become a first lieutenant
Would you put my photo on your piano?
To maryjane--
Best wishes, martin.
(old roger draft-dodger
Leavin’ by the basement door),
Everybody knows what he’s
Tippy-toeing down there for
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