give me all your hand me down sweaters and all your hand me down pantolones.
when the lights go out and all is covered in darkness we can have fun torching them with flaming kerosene...and grandpa.
see the shape we're in we're in cause of our leaky windows and ceilings. when you find your hands against the wall and against it all slap a curly haired frog and present gifts of its limbs to the deputy mayor and hope his war dress smells nice like peppermint...and grandpa
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