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Word plays. that seemed to short
Whilst finding success in being the stenographer for a shivering scat man,
simultaneously deciphering the "doowop, doowows"
to string together some surprisingly logical metaphor,
numbers elude me;
Including twenty-four hour time, equations of pocket money and financial risks.
He gets it: My pin, my mother's cell and my brother's birthday.
He listens to the radio and hums whilst sitting awkwardly by my second stanzas.
I'm certain you're singing some wordy quote about odd bedfellows but
our two parts seem to add up quite evenly, thank you kindly.
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