MY ARROW HAS YOU PIERCED
I have an outbreak, a contagion, a breakout.
Some disease that's sweeping the nation, like
a vaudeville tune running riot - Cohan and
Gershwin all combined. Hush up now, listen.
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Oh beautiful for specious skies, for useless waves
of pain. I think I've gotten that wrong, but who knows.
I sing the body electric? No, that's Whitman. My Bonnie
flies over the the ocean? No, that's probably an airline
commercial. Oh goodness, what a mess I've made.
'A fine mess you've gotten us into now, Stanley!'
Yes, that's the one. Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy.
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