Imagine swinging on Lightning Like Vines...
Heart Was Playing down below...
Just you Swinging on Lightning,
Laughing with the Clouds,
There will be Immigrants and Rich Folk,
Puppies on Lines...
I must be outta my Mind...With this Moving Lightning Vine...
Here is a Poem I will now write...
I will write this poem about Index Cards and Tennnis Charts...
Be cued and me smart
for soon you will need index cards
and Tennis Charts...
Charter Boats To Rhode Island
Just for a few couple of Bucks
Whoever wrote this memory
Someone is calling...
BERNY?!?"!?!? what the fuck?
Berny?
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White Lightning Vine...
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