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All the little pieces that you used to throw away,
I've gathered them and one by one
I've saved them for another day.

All the little bits of grime,
that never seemed to keep the time,
that cracked and brittle watching face,
somehow it never found a place.

Oh the spines of broken books,
filled to the brim with wily crooks
and princely woe begotten orphaned zombie pirate kings.
ä dolly there is trapped beneath,
what wiggles in her yellow hair?
Some creepy crawling, fruitless flying,
hungry little thing.

Licking stamps and Asian pigs, a camera never used.
a giant glowing grasshopper, a burned out three phase fuse.
An open door into the room, where cricket spiders call the tune,
lean it up so it won't fall, or nail it to the goddamn wall.
Tuck and tuck and tuck and tuck tuck it all away,
I'm saving all these pieces for another day, another day.

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