the court of the twelve trees

it's all intact

don't try to relax

you know i smoke jacks

maybe, send a fax?

for some sweet relief

i'd rake a leaf

while you leave, i'd stay

then what's there to say?

it was always in the way.

relay it all in rewind

then we're all untied to find

that it was all just in a bind

roll over the orange rind

on my red+yellow mind

but never you mind, that forever i died

i wined and dined ham who was blind

and it was a fine time for a lemon-lime

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