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Writings from a Dead Man
was a sunny day
not a earthling in the sky
is a windy day
just the dust in the sky
Oh Why?
Oh Why?
Oh Why?
In the far distant past
On the plant Veebor
There was a ritual cast
Headed by a man named Beevor
Oh Why?
Oh Why?
Oh Why?
How comes this happens to me
When everything I drink
Turn to that smelly pee
Which some people call stink
Who is?
Who was?
Why Who?
There once was a girl
Who was short and stable
Which she had eyes of pearl
For she was always willing and able
How fun?
How risky?
Oh how?
Oh there is only the sun
And the barren bare ground
left by the man with the gun
Who was only headed north bound
Mid 1980’s
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