Thursday, 3-1-07
Tomorrah an’ the day after tomorrah an’ the day after that,
Hail, days jest a-keep on’ a-goin’
‘Til we all daid, Ah guess;
An’ them days whut come before, they was jest good for helpin’ idjits
Git to their dirt naps. Turn out the lights, Maw!
Livin’s lahk that feller whut was married to Britley Spears,
One ‘em flash inna pan type deals,
Then workin’ in commercials; hit’s a bad joke
Like my tetched cousin Harry would tail, 10 minutes a’ setup,
Thin he fergits the punchlahn.
- Lem
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