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Madura
Take this pizza to Madura
Party down at table seven
They’re divorcing and they’re hungry
Years together were eleven
I’m a nice guy so I took it
Though I’ve had no formal training
Down the stairs and through the courtyard
To the patio, it’s raining
Though I know the I am dreaming
I was quested to deliver
Rain is heavy and it’s pouring
Patio is like a river
Pizza’s melting, I’m in trouble
No time for another make-up
They will surely be complaining
From this dream, I guess I’ll wake up!
Copyright ©
Mike Gentile
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