The Camel in the desert took a ship across the lake while the Fish in search of water found a Fig with a bellyache, who overheard the waves as they headed for the shore: We're not so sure of separations anymore.
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At the Caterpillar picnic, Brother Butterfly stole a rhubarb stem, licked and dipped it in the sugar bowl.
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Caught out for Massachusetts in a double-stack train through the Adirondacks spinning like a weathervane.
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Gathering & cutting & splitting & stacking the wood, our fuel is neatly piled and we all feel good.
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We pretend to care and like we understand, our eyes go soft but know it now: What we're thinking about's your mammary glands and how to sail your birth canal.
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We found the pot that fit the lid no less now then when we were smarter did.
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Our thoughts are like a tea bag on the saucer, all the flavor gone.
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That Dog below our waist's aroused, as arms embraced the pretty Gals.
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It came much more as a surprise, it happening while I hugged the guys.
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We planted for the final frost, we once were found and now we're lost.
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We got a heck of a lot to learn about remaining Taciturn.
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Fig With A Bellyache
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Mewithoutyou (Me Without You) |