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Elisabeth : "Cab!" Carry mine and I'll walk like you Will nod or go and get a cab Think nothing of it. I feel fine Carry mine and I'll walk like you Will

good comrade' I just don't think they never ever had a better day What a day that was. Hmmm... Sure she had to much manly gossip and old brandy She reported

They were all using mirrors To study thei mouth Movements for themselves They were all Learning that The curve is the thing When making up lips

dancing girls were practicing Their high kicks I've also been skanking across My kitchen floor to these sounds Or, as one critic might have phrased it (And

by a person asking for money in an alley They not only wrote like him They also walked with his rolling slouch Drank likehis heroes and heroines, Cultivated a hard-boiled melancholy And

He writes rhymes for his friends' children Dotes on mystery stories And at the slightest provocation he sings folk songs Of key and in key Here and

We went to the local fish-shack restaurant And ordered two dozen crabs dusted with cayenne Steamed up and served with a pair of wooden mallets I never

himself lord of a private road Right after the first few notes All the goats turned their heads They would get fed He was a tall lanky guy With stooped shoulders and

What you'll do I do too So that The dot on the I between the H and the T The tap on the knee The pot for the pee Keep on doing what you're doing 'cause