I like French ham on my toast with some alfalfa on the side Like any other ordinary mornings a cow walks into it and sigh With its head down to see where to put his feet traveling 45 meters per minute on the hind leg of a pig Or cochon as they called it I too lowered my head took a big bite off the hind, and watched the cow stricken with panic Trying to find its way out the pig kicked the cow, so hard that it fell off the sandwich As I swallowed the gastro pedantry off to work I'm about.
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I think I’m going blind, any time now the notes are going the clefs are going even the sharps and flats are going so are the slurs and staccatos. How about the chord symbols? they seem to have vanished Even the double barlines had abandoned me, what’s left are just memories of the good old songs Still linger on, like a dried leaf in a windy afternoon.