Playing Chinese checkers
At the orange blossom ball
Stuck in Chinese finger cuffs
That I attribute to my fall
A 2x4 is 4x8
If you’re twice as small so
Let’s make it to the dinner dance
Before the ants eat it all
Crawl beneath the grass that grows
upon the dunes of glass
And turn around the fall back down
believe me it’s a blast
Silicon flowers
Marsupial soup
Chamomile candles
And a little jazz flute
Then tell me that’s not romance.
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