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How sad the castle with no
foundation underground.
Sadder still is the lover with no
mystery left unfound. You threaten to pack your trunks and
go back to Chinatown.

Did I say something impolitic or
did I lay it on too thick and
are we breaking up tonight or
can we have a pillow fight?
Do we really need to hire a plane to
carpetbomb down memory lane and
shall we figure out who's right or
can we have a pillow fight?

Diverse unpleasantness
gather around our bed
like pigeons 'round a park bench
clamoring to be fed.
Let us kill all these rats with wings by feeding
them poisoned bread.

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