mr.mincemeat@syteka.UUCP (mr.mincemeat) (11/16/83)
The sun is shining
And I am waiting
Smelling oil.
Smelling oil.
Down there they're so happy
(wood so warm)
I hear them laughing
(cold hard steel)
They're laughing at me!
But I see them
Scope eyed see them
Eye see them!
See them...
Running!
Running and squeaking, not laughing
But I still laughing
Now it's me laughing
At the humorous bugs --
And I smell the powder
And I look at them run
They're not happy now,
Poor little bugs
Poor poor bugs.
mr.mincemeat
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