HENDERSON
He wasn't no Rain King,
he just knew the right jive.
Incarcerated suppositions.
battle high. Mr. Rievers lost
his paddle, and the moonsome
lickey sky ticks on, tock tock.
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Here's my aphrodisiac yak yak
Janey. Blue-blood from the corner
like the King. Let's drink to the
other side, a soul-oasis you and I.
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Yak yak lickey sky
moonsome tock,
and I.
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