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Help me fly away from here
Sleep would be so sweet my dear
Smelling the feelings of the sounds I hear
Biting you hard when you are near
yet it is not myself i fear
Except when I've had too much beer
That is when my mind is clear
Then I can go out hunting deer
Or drive a car and grind a gear
Or go to court and shout a jeer
I like it best at the pier
When at the ocean I can leer
And the fishes seem so mere
When I am normal I feel queer
But I enjoy seeing tea leaves sear
A good friend of mine on the rear
To grab someone and tell them we're
Going to shed a great big tear
And stick my finger in your ear
Every day month and year
©1995 Diane Coghill, All Rights Reserved
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