Crash!
Clatter!
Boom!
Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.
Kathleen about had a heart attack, but it was only the kitchen utensils and spices falling off the wall. . .
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
fair warning: on block island or manhattan or in missouri, we can be a little salty
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Good-Bye Walls
I've come to balk with you again
Your view is small
You stay plumb
I jump when...
...I see a tile
that can part from its vast field
and bide awhile
'jist talk a li'l of how it feels...
...to suspend
some hopes and dreams
of grand souffle'
instead of halving Krispy-Kremes
So here's the jump
And it can be done again
Jist ice this lump
'n call King's horses and his men
again
Thought I was dreaming. NOT. It stayed on the wall longer enough to feed streams of hungry folk and shall be back up to feed more.
Correction. long enough. I was going to say longer than it should have considering how it was installed. Har har.
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