AS I ONCE WALKED ON
MY CRAZY-LEGS
Just the other morning I had crayons
for breakfast - it all went down well,
but I was out of line for the rest of the
day. The pleasure was all mine. My
dry-hat was heaving, and ants crawled
up my spine, though I really didn't
mind : It was like a very light massage,
from a very sociable lady. She looked
me over and said: "Get your kicks on
Route 66."
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