friday night's panic

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                 it's thuh friday eve
                     and mine he
                          reeks

              one foot tramps whilst
                    it's companion
                        that left
                       wants tuh
                         thump

                          Well 
                     here comez
                saturday pancakes
                        wear'n
                           Oh
                   the sum know
                that li'l white frock
                   just below her
                         mons
                     no sandles

                     oh dang'it

                       where'z 
                  that thing that
                     combz hair

                         mah 
                    tooph brush
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