What is it that make me just a little be queasy? There's a breeze that makes my breathing not so easy I've had my lungs checked out with x rays I've smelled the hospital hallways
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Times when the day is like a play be sartre When it seems a bookburning's in perfect order- I gave the doctor my description I've tried to stick to my persciptions
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime
Afternoons will be measured out Measured out, measured with Coffeespoons and t.s. eliot
Maybe if I couls do a play-by-playback I could change the test results that I will get back I've watched the summer evenings pass by I've heard the rattle in my bronchi...
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