HIM PUT NO NAME
ON MY FUNNIN'
The little white kid was pouting, and his Afro nanny stayed
variously strong and aloof - nothing untoward nowhere.
In a fifteen hundred dollar stroller, baby things I guess
look different. If you don't want more of this, then you
want more of that. It's another and different universe
unsettling. Oh bring me down. (Here's the lark, and
here's the lamp. Let me keep sensation tidy).
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