Testament to the few.

Viscosity reaches it's peak in the Autumn
And humming-bird reptiles seek comfort in sin.
His voice is drowned out by the noise of the shotguns
And he's too hammered on cocktails to know where he's been.

His dreaming was lucid and on certain occasions
His bang on predictions made the term guessing void
But when push came to shove and the Luggar was loaded
He'd stammer about like an African droid.



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