WITHOUT THIS
Welcoming committees are fine as they go,
but not as much fun as they seem. You
don't have a chance in Hell, if you don't
own the carousel. Any the painted ponies
go 'round and 'round,' as one Joni Mitchell'
had it, being captured on that carousel of
life. Leave that ruse to others, I say.
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Twice I've already tried leaving this rap:
The police guard at the door had me hard
by the shoulders, and I could hardly move.
('I can't breath,' I'd say, but who'd want to?)
It's a trap, it's a suicide rap.
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Now, come closer, Mary Lou, I'd like
to get a look at you.
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