Last night she found
A threadbare tennis ball
(and a penis)
By the side of the road.
A threadbare tennis ball
(and a penis)
By the side of the road.
Today the man with
Cosmos eyes circled
(and circled)
At the top of our street.
Cosmos eyes circled
(and circled)
At the top of our street.
The penis was attached
But she took the ball home
(it sits on our sofa)
But that's not what I'm trying to say.
But she took the ball home
(it sits on our sofa)
But that's not what I'm trying to say.
Maybe tomorrow
We'll find the spokes
(of the circle man)
Finally drifted, spinning no more
We'll find the spokes
(of the circle man)
Finally drifted, spinning no more
No-one has claimed
The mirror forlorn
(all bells and whistles)
That squats near the top of our street.
The mirror forlorn
(all bells and whistles)
That squats near the top of our street.
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