We
would have done what we did.
We did
what we would have done.
It wasn’t
always fun. And yet you
were
the one, the only one, I could
have
done it with.(Ha! Nothing rhymes
with
with.) And I was who you wanted
by your
side. And so we took the ride
until
we died. First you died, I didn’t.
It seemed
to matter awfully that we
didn’t
die together. It was heavy
weather
till I did. Then I did. And we
were
rid of all the diddly-do, the riddly
swivel
and skew of living. And here
we are wherever
we are. We aren’t
sure of
much. I’m fairly sure you’re
you. You
seem to think I’m something
such as
me. And so we propagate
again a
we. To do what we would
have
done. To do what we do to be.
But now
it’s always fun! We know no
prayer to
pray, but if we knew a prayer
and
prayed the prayer we wouldn’t
scare
it with Amen. We’d end it with
a Wheeee! That’s what we’d end it
with. And
nothing rhymes with with.
.
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