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Bang Up To The Elephant
To love and live with free intent, makes people do what never thought.
I thought for days and weeks, and more to find the why between the trees.
For me the search was far and wide, I walked and stalked, gal seeking
But too often I see my soul, was the two of three-girl prostrated.
I toiled in my head to sort, the feelings, the touch the gaze alone.
But never once to see the ball, I often turn, and moment gone
That moment never needs remain, for even if the girl she sang,
For me, she still would always be, the two of three girl damfino.
Me bricky often, sometimes gigglemug, I gaze and got the morbs.
I sit in halls dark half rats and try to split the hairs betwixed.
Twas upbringing the cause or dream, that locks me in my mind today
Myself I ask in tempered voice, is the girl a skilamalink
look around my city crumbling; I stand with shoulders touching few,
Shake a flannin, it seems too long, head just above water rising
I know for sure twas upbringing, brethren huddled thus creating
I cry aloud and wake, the girl I love has become unabridged
