You, Doctor Martin
. . . Of course, I love you;
you lean above the plastic sky,
god of our block, prince of all the foxes.
What large children we are
here. All over I grow most tall
in the best ward. Your business is people,
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest.
you lean above the plastic sky,
god of our block, prince of all the foxes.
What large children we are
here. All over I grow most tall
in the best ward. Your business is people,
you call at the madhouse, an oracular
eye in our nest.
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