He takes his dinner in the bed
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Love sickened and infirmed
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The orderly found him there
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Filleted on the marble stairs
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Hat still in hand
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His smoking remains blown out by a kiss from Nurse
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Someday Soon
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Someday soon, someday soon, someday soon
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Someday someday someday
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His eyes are closed he mouths her name the rosary her lips and tongue
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She is the centrifuge that throws the spires from the sun
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The Sistine chapel painted with a Gatling gun
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Someday soon [x5]
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Polar nettles set on end
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Move like starlings up a cliff
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antennae of her foggy touch
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The forcefield round her frosty hips
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Whose shape recalls the wicked spade
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That buried him but on his lips
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the last rites of Nurse Someday Soon
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Polar Nettles
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