This is the third in my quotes series...
If you find yourself on a steam-boat going up river too fast, don’t jump over-board into the ole singsong until you’ve buttered your bread on both sides with the sunny side uppermost in your mind to take what you never started with in the reluctant barber’s sweepstakes where the timid tart places her bets.
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And if the androgynous alligator has you in its sights, sit tight until the kekkle boils to cause a diversion for your escape, and so saying, don’t be put off if you have to resort to plan B.
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And God bless the king if he comes to dinner with a bucket of money to throw around.
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If you’re in the not-a-moon-too-soon romp and you find yourself doing a dance in the number 9 bang vitreous shrug to pour it on like custard, head and shoulders above the African pygmies, if there’s any there; and if Pauline Dooms-bucket sidles in then move off sideways into the throng and hope she doesn’t see you.
When you slide off home down the back alleys alone and crying all the way then that’s the time to wind up your pocket watch for the next romp and hope the sleeping pills work in between times
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The unknown hero of the rebellion cannot carry you home; but death is a small thing unless it grows legs and walks all over you, then you’ll have something to write home about.
The indelible ink of a published book of secrets took a vacation into the creepy hollows of a dark journal that had tracks that ran into forever and became enlightened and so faded away never to be read again in quite the same way.
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A falling-down man who had no head and so couldn’t read a thing moaned from the shadows into this story without a sound and proceeded to do nothing at all, for what can you do without a head anyway?
When you get out there by going through departure gate number 7 to ride the typhoon to become a solitary survivor, remember this is not for everyone and drinking too much coffee can send you there sometimes.
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There’s nothing like the ole ying-tong to confound you when your dreams are full of the day gone with a déjà vu or two thrown in between of that.
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And don’t you love the smell of new baked bread and did someone order more coffee?
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And not this or any other dream can pretend more than it seems in that dawn of your understanding when the truth finally sinks in and you come up for air and look around you to see where you are and find the pressing needs rampant to take you away again.
Later, rolling over to come up again to find the world made by the very thoughts you think in the changing rooms of life where the return fare is too prestigious a price to pay for the weight you carry; and so shrugging it off you learn it was never yours anyway.
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So with a thousand love pardons and an iced tea of relief you drop notes in the ocean to build your tomorrows like a bridge to the moon of your life where only you can go to receive your blessings and know nothing is the way it seems and only your feelings can show you the way onwards.
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