WILL YA' NOW
I read him his rights - he made a right at
Locust and another at Vine. Even he agreed
to that. Sitting there like an eagle, he was
dousing his sorrow with mendicant gin.
In one arm and out the other again.
Oh how I want to travel.-
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In the middle ages they believed that
God was a star - some stellar emanation
coming down from above. I could never figure
how to approach that entire, outmoded affair.
Nowadays, we look up at the sky never
thinking who's there. Have another
look, will ya' now.
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