HERE'S THE TROUBLE
WITH PRETTY VOICES
I'd not see you had you not
showed up. First things first
when you get to the moon?
Here's some cartilage to eat;
see if you like it, it's all I have
to offer you. What? You'd rather
chew on my heart, in pieces?
I don't think that's very nice
of you to say. You'd better go.
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Your mammie's pickaninny
was some wastrel I bought at
the arsenal. Funny, but it really
was the Picatinny Arsenal. It's
in New Jersey, along 287, up
north. Pretty funny, I thought.
I know, I know - you're going
to ask if we'd listened to Paganini.
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