NEFERTITI'S GOT THE ROOM
...And let her have it too; who else
needs all that space and things to
fill it with? I'm already tired of
scarabs and asps. I was translating
the tomb, all those marks on the
walls, and it said : 'Benny the Barber
looked at me, passed out tickets,
cautiously, to see the burning of
the soup, down at Lucy's Chicken
Coop.' That was OK by me, and
I already liked the water. Here and
there, occasionally and by the by, I
think of going places, but I never
leave home. Without it. Or why?
Knowing what I mean, every man
is already a dulcimer hammer and
I'm their erstwhile friend. But
Nefertiti's got the room, so I'm
probably going back there again.
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