dere's this grateful dead bear on my fore-arm
dough ahh don't know
what it's fore, man...
like just this
God-dharma crow conscious can-can
till Dapper Dan
can't barely stand though, Stan
beat it go then like
it all go-go-goes down bro
like Beatle Lennon rapped
"it's all show-biz" "fear trap" chased
mouse gets cheese, and dark brother
slaps trap wins craps cash pl-please...
no more beans and rice chased
by feline mother noose...
bro I feel "gay" tonight...
though in some morning light
"the thing itself"
sumthing not write
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