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i left the jazz club, because the sax player was playing with his eyes open
it's not what i paid for
kind of blue spangalang
but the doctor was in good spirits
and told me he wasn't to know how rubbish
the radiologist was
as he laughed at my ultrasound
and asked my children if they're playing with slime
arco lounge toast
is there marmite on my face?
and drinking beer in the family stand at the cricket
"it's non-alcoholic pal."
"is it?" asks the member of staff
and the bloke in the urinal next to me
leans on the wall, yelling "come on!"
really profound stuff
give me a licorice stick
and you'll witness my jazz face
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Christopher Allen
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