NEW PICTURES FROM
THE OLD CARNIVAL
We built this rocket so crookedly askew,
so built of nails, it can't possibly fly. Or
soar. Or rise to any heights. Let us call
it the 'Crash Land' as our allegorical
relief. Sent aloft at Cape Carnival,
here.
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Nope, they won't build monuments to
this one when it's over. That crash-land
will be on some mountain grand : bits
and pieces of everything everywhere.
Piloted by Shady O'Grady, but who
elected him?
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