A Passion Play

And who comes here, to wish me well?

A sweetly-scented angel, fell.

She laid her head upon my disbelief.

And bathed me with her ever-smile.
 
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Lover of the black and white, it's your first night.

The Passion Play goes all the way, spoils your insight.

Tell 'em! — how the baby's made, how the lady's laid!
 
There was a rush along the Fulham road... there was a hush in the Passion Play...
 
That is not aqualung nor bungle in the jungle, therefore I don't know it.
 
We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door.

Eat in the corner, talk to the floor.

Cheating the spiders that come to say "please."

Politely, they bend at the knees.

Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs...

Old gentlemen talk of when they were young,

And there it ends.
 
Either you're on weed or my prozac hasn't kicked in.:eek:
 
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Don't shoot me! Ahm just the passion play's Player Piano player.
A_J, the Stupid



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Quando omni flunkus moritati.
 
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