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Out Of Africa


OUT OF AFRCA I used to be Meryl Streep And then I caught strep throat So now she's me And she's got my Oscars doorstopping for bathroom door with a ring around the toilet bowl At first I thought it a faux pas Until I snagged the hem of my cerebellum Unraveling front of a drove of witnesses Haute Couture straitjacket mess I My prayers called for Saints and none materialized But the fog that filled the room instead Was a blessing nonetheless misty eyed I couldn't see to the other side of the Moon It all occurred in Africa I knew I had to get out the lickity split The continent bisn't big enough for two bitches And she being the bigger I ask acquiesced leaving via the train to Mombasa Oh the love I left behind broke my heart My Dogon Cosmic Egg cracked in zillions of jagged pieces The big cats frolic still I'm sure In the tall grass for we use to hide And taking chances 10/10/13
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