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Post by hooly on Mar 27, 2008 20:05:42 GMT -5
Dreaming Of The Desert Wrote your name in the sand Mr. Chester Harvey Buttbottom Oh, my, it looked so very grand I got the chills. I got um, Got um
I am so very hot, I am dripping wet Trudging through this desert land I think, I'm sure I have just one regret I didn't bring the water as I planned
If I could just find a Cactus here In this vast desert so extremely hot I'd split him open from ear to ear With the hunting knife I haven't got
Maybe I could bite a small hole in him Or a big one and drink his insides dry As I see it now things are looking grim And soon I shall be saying goodbye
There's nothing in sight but miles of sand And maybe a sidewinder here and there I want food and water on my command But I know I'm just talking to the air
So I lay me down on this mound of sand And hope the end of my thirst comes fast Oh dear, dear Jesus come take my hand For I know much longer I will not last
I opened my eyes and what the fleck I sneezed and then had a big cough The covers were way up to my neck And my air conditioner was off.
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