LENDERMAN'S BELLY
At the swamp, where they heated the water,
where they lit up the edge, the flies were flying,
the stingers were stinging. Everyone was flailing
around. There was but one thing to do, loudly
proclaim this new status : 'I have so much to do,
but really so small a reason to do it. Nothing can
move me now.' Far away, the granite sun was shining.
At the swamp, where they heated the water,
where they lit up the edge, the flies were flying,
the stingers were stinging. Everyone was flailing
around. There was but one thing to do, loudly
proclaim this new status : 'I have so much to do,
but really so small a reason to do it. Nothing can
move me now.' Far away, the granite sun was shining.
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