
The Weird and The Wacky Meet |
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Where YouBetIAm comes to write…. |


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Nonsensical |
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I have a morbid fear of Frisbees Flying object are not swell They make my insides all pell mell I wish sometimes people would throw cheese
Inside my head there’s a little bell It goes off when things zoom near I know that I must face my fear But the burn inside I cannot quell
If I feel a UFO near my ear I’ll get the urge to duck and cover And run and hide and find a lover But I’ll stand my ground and stand right here
Every phobia is like no other It lives inside and there it will hover Cleaning your brain of all but your calls for mother Explicative deleted, it hit me like a thousand bees.
Copyright 2004 |
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by Amanda Evans |
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Date: 05/10/04 |