line the walls of JERACO.
These walls can talk! The'll tell you stories, boring songs and tales of glories,
that they hadn't WON BEFORE.
"I'm much too young!!" They'll tell you shyly, dry your eyes and sniff you kindly,
They'll find a faint & shocking smell, of SHAVED ICE CREAM and PAINTED LEGS
"I broke the windows!" yelled the man, with bright red lips & shining hands,
I LOOKED to SEE and FOUND that THEY were TIN.
Of course the storie's false you know, the miner stared, his eyes aglow, and,
by himself,
sat TALKING to a WALL.
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