As I walked down a street
made from moss in my bed,
a red-tailed flamingo stole hams from my head.
“Button, button. Who’s got the button?”
Words hung from the lip of a drain.
The score’s 4 to 7 - Gettysburg missed heaven;
and why every song needs a refrain.
The mightiest trains were made from steel.
F. McMurry had a Flubbery ease.
My gloves are both blue. Do you doubt that is true?
What we need on this beach is a breeze.
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