ALONZO, THIS AIN'T
NO MAGNA CARTA
'You can take your papers and put them
where you want - I'm not signing nothing.
This magnificent shoreline most certainly
doesn't need you around.'
-
A dulcimer baffle arose with the sun.
Big grey clouds, loud and fluffy and
broad, sequestered themselves all
along the horizon. No orange morning
was ever anything like this before.
-
Two hundred peasants let out a roar.
They wanted food and lodging.
They wanted no more war.
-
That's when I saw you and
our eye-sights met. From
that day forward, all I
wanted I could never get.
'Alonzo, this ain't no
Magna Carta.'
NO MAGNA CARTA
'You can take your papers and put them
where you want - I'm not signing nothing.
This magnificent shoreline most certainly
doesn't need you around.'
-
A dulcimer baffle arose with the sun.
Big grey clouds, loud and fluffy and
broad, sequestered themselves all
along the horizon. No orange morning
was ever anything like this before.
-
Two hundred peasants let out a roar.
They wanted food and lodging.
They wanted no more war.
-
That's when I saw you and
our eye-sights met. From
that day forward, all I
wanted I could never get.
'Alonzo, this ain't no
Magna Carta.'
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