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August, 2003 Light, dark Why now? Why up? Why down? Why? I'll tell you why Because the cat said so And you can't tell me That doesn't mean something To the future of Me. Fur itch Nose Darn cat won't move And I can't Figure out which way is up And why the pen hits the page With a sticky smell Do you know that Light looks cloudy When dawn is Coming into my room And I have Waked up from Another dream where Rick Springfield Sings to me But pretends he is Someone else And my hands are Shaking because I'm Going to jail For something I can't Remember, but I know That I can't get paroled Until the cat has a home And my hands are dry. So then I returned to The pit of sleep and Rick loves to Jump and I just want Another finger.
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