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In My Pocket
what's this in my pocket?
it's a tongue
and hey
there are teeth in my other pocket
if i could get them together
like the Israelis and the Palestinians
there'd be a lot of nifty consonants
they could say together
it'd be tremendous
but then again
how'd i ever sit down?
i'd never be able to finish my dinner
or bend over to watch the little people
badmouthing me
holding festivals in my honour
and in my shoes
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