Dead Skunk Season
I’ve been silly, willy nilly,
Not your neighborhood, hillbilly,
Silly is, as silly does,
Silly whiz, I was.
If my brain goes clink, clink, clink,
And my skull, begins to shrink,
What I think, my thinking got,
Linking think to thought.
Now I leave you, for this reason,
I'm alive, in dead skunk season.
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