A Bit of Lunacy
Bomb Tell
Really swell
Air is gone,
Carry, can we on?
Purple? Red?
Where's the bed?
How can lights be black?
Music roastes silly men
In the corner yawns a wren,
Sorta`serious,
but that's
not true,
Hope you like the color blue.
The winner gets free admission to our Sat 10-27-07 gig at the Sugar Hill
NIghtclub in Brooklyn.
Rock On!!!!!
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