When she was little
she often asked me where were going nuts
Once the squirrel had swallowed
It was long believed
they disappeared and the stomach was a squirrel
universe
an enormous black hole or some kind of Bermuda Triangle
she often asked me where were going nuts
Once the squirrel had swallowed
It was long believed
they disappeared and the stomach was a squirrel
universe
an enormous black hole or some kind of Bermuda Triangle
So that 'at some point I
been obliged to tell him that it was nuts
like love stories
and once they were made
in our bellies
they ended
simply by forgotten
they ended
simply by forgotten
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