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A Sopranos Shakespeare Eden
Adam, my Adam prithee
answer my plea
Will you join me in savoring
the
fruits of yon tree
Eve always cool as home made
gabagool
Why mess with the bosses'
one sacred rule
Adam don't accuse me of
protesting too much
But a kingdom for an apple
sounds easy enough
Eve there's a lot for us both to
consider
Like taking advice from one
prone to slither.
Adam doth these leaves make
my lithe form look fat
Eve they cover all the best
pieces, wad up wit dat?
Adam thy visage is a Tempest
of gloom
Eve I fear we screwed up
bada-bing bada-boom.
Adam everything seems
different betwixt thou and me
Since we ate of the fruit of
that forbidden tree.
Twas the promise of equal
footing Adam forsooth
Eve that snaky rat bastard
wasn't telling the truth
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Joe Murphy
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