Programmed to fail but the rogue programme sails on
into decimal places where few people have gone.
Is it that time already?, said Teddy,
who was going to a picnic with Yogi.
The answer on the street,
it's time for us to meet
But it's Thursday, exclaimed Friday
who was sat under a palm tree.
I woke in Tewkesbury and
who knows where that is.
it's okay
I'm rearranging the signals
trying for better reception
and not going mental
as some would suggest.
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