Skid-stop
Tumble-down ramshackle
Tackle the ball, head over heals
Wounds and weals
Winding through Bernackles
Slide to a skid-stop
Busting past the busstop
Police in agressive tail
Walled in, welling up failed
Turn aside, take a ride
My, my your voice has grown!
Left to the glittering curbside
On your very own
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
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