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Peter Wild Money Since money makes all good stuff happen, Kid, I give you loot to put into your bra. It's for emergencies. Just keep the lid On it; while traveling we're but a schwa Across the canvas of the Universe. What if some drunken cowboy held us up In Pahrump's sands, or tickets lost, or, worse, We stop, forget our names? It's to the cup We tum and suck, our nutriment, a flow Of milk near Biblical we never use Up, no? That's why at night you dance aglow, Au nature! across the room, a fuse Aflame, our nest held high, afire-Wheeeee! When we're together everything is free.
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