and I am a wild child's proof
of walls sacred turned down
with no writing left to inspect
a jambo jet flee
that fled from me
I woke up as an insect
just to tell you I'm fine
and that quite soon
together will dine
this Kafka weather is really nice
the evening breakfast is instantly served
the food's eatable and at no price
I'm worried you're too easily nerved
so write to me soon
if you need a spoon
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