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"Proud Distractions"

eye
drill
mandrill asks
snide marks
bed parks
skipping slope tightrope
foolish slightly cretinous mighty
gravity lost upon the beauty
ditto lines follow poets demise
hung like dogs on coathangers
lined up ready to be washed again
keep on moving wait for dreaming
distraction attraction keeps you happy
all too simple cute sigh dimple
taking words like losing souls
sleep now wake later
baking cake for the vicar this week
lets throw a nice party for the clouds tonight
lets keep all the birds in their flight
feathers brothers leave their mothers
theres a second notice before we leave
theres a world you just wiped on your sleve
watch closer now
its coming for you
watch harder now
youll see it soon
lets keep them all smiling
everybody laughs now
everybody laughs now
everybody smiling not sure why
everybody thinking cant see why
whats that tune now whatd he say
cooking goose with aunty may
memory lapse licks mouse traps
tongue caught cat wants more
watch close now
heres the writing
watch hard now
its under your nose
we will watch you
while you watch us
you learn nothing
we dont steal
keep it to yourself now
dont let it out
keep it to yourself now
no need to shout
wheres the sun gone now
wheres the moon when you need it
there arent any birds any more
the seas gone on fire
game of poker play the joker
watch the cigarette stylish while its longer
bring the boat in sing the song now
wheres the world gone wheres the land here
lost your memory lost your language
left as one must find more arms
more arms in here must find more
more arms in here must find more
more arms in here must find more
more arms in here must find more
explain now in less words than before
intentionally left blank for your peace of mind
watch it buster keep it luster
watch the limpet keep the crumpet
wheres the oyster wheres the trumpet
bring my faces marching in
steal the bicycle margery lapton
keep on lighting find me frightened
watcha gonna link now
watcha gonna trink dow
leava whicha trick down
holer concha sink lor
holer concha sink lor
holer concha sink lor
no more mirrors your face broke them all
gonna fight that reflection gonna stand tall
wheres the world gone now back down the sofa
wheres your soul gone now its just behind you
whats the next thing to wake you were you asleep all this time
whats the problem with understanding rhyme

Erm...

Of course. Never thought of that. How could any self respecting tortoise ride a bike not built by his own... arm thingies.

One he built himself, obviously.

Producing what?

Ooh I like bikes, what type has he got?

What type of motorbike?

The Fantastic Tortoise is currently producing.

Actually, he's chasing the sun on a motorcycle.

;oD

tsk tsk

I have to *cough* copy it to disk *cough* first.

Shouldn't you be playing wonder wrestling game?