Its time for a supersonic scribble,chemicals from the blue bolt act,
overloaded ideas on aviation,
unattended head trip seeking a yellow muse,
was that a bird of ill omen?
dry leaves in a roll here for the rescue,
a friendly couplet keeping my calm,
brushing away thoughts of solace,
here I lay burnin' the midnight oil,
there you walk; and in my mind too,
what do I do to get over you?
the Italian dame; she visits on a sensual sunday,
ought I treat her the swinger way?
well I'll be off for another holiday..
..someday, but for now anyway
I gotta debt that I'd wanna repay!!
this is tonight for me,
another stop at a random debris,
well think i'm done and now just be,
i'll sing myself a lonesome lullaby!!
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