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By Jack Joseph Smith
Is it a sink or just a buldge
And how finally we are dressed
We follow forlorn from farmtowns
And we are not dreaming as we dream
Born with slaughter
We are the same
Cared for awake
I just can't speak
I've heard about big pigs
And junket craw fish
Once I saw twelve pigs strung with the sword and done
But Don said he had to have it on a leash.
I didn't know what a promontory was,
until I got dropped off in the Fifi Islands
I think at the end of a promontory
Is where you end an affair