spade a heart, fart the pades
a squawk i heard from a fleeting duck.
the fleet i raised the arms, the alarms i did not squeeze.
the fleet was a sweet ride on a magic pony,
a loud a fucking phony i did not answer that call.
No i did not i sat on my hand and when i went numb
i sold i olds o molded and free'd the fleet the fleet the sweet duck fleet.
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