Outside the gates of cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn Who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn Whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales And neptune dances hornpipes while salome sheds her veils
Phallus phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot But sousa sam can only hear the screams of peep the sot Who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups And exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up
Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams And greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem And even christian scientists can but display marble plaques Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts
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