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Oatmeal Hallucinations
My morning porridge is a crowd of faces
David Bowie is beside my cousin Rob
William Shatner and Aunt Prudence
Look like fiery lovers
Liz Taylor is wrapped in a python
I eat a bit of Dan Rather
And he turns into a duck riding a mule
The maple syrup looks like the Chrysler building
Frightened by my eyes
Scared of my mind
I vow to get some rest
Wondering if the tequila from the night before
Was made from the wrong sort of cactus
