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Bongo Hymn #4
Mithrandir

Etymological tracery
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it’s heaping miles high upon my thinking…
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Subterranean foolery
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is masking all its ways with self-illusion…
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But I, the ever circumspect
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not intending ill upon my others…
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am counting all my chickens now
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here before the Man can come and claim them
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And taking all the feathers out
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will squirm as he himself is by the chickens roasted…
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Hear oh!  the cacophonic grace
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of golden Jonah in the social belly.
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8/14/06

15 Aug 06

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