Frank Sinatra was from Hoboken, and we must, study jazz.
Why isn’t jazz a liberating art? a love of tits and ass, of fart?
The earth gave rise, to a trumpet, in thin disquise, in limpet, lose close, come in on a crumpet?
ssshhhh, crooner of the music of Shiza, Shiva,little Stevie Wonder, big into black, dow down that’s a plant,
The secret life of planets, take down the curtains, especially the cretin Crimea
Badass, mass,Las Vegas Ass. Las Vegas tit, warm and loving brown, and we sweep bo peep, my little pee pee Morman, an outdoor man, a western love, a kick ass mo fo bo peep, take care of my sheep.
I think Bob Dylan has to come in here and bless, as a rabbi, apartheid, ring of bright waters.
Spam of Human Affection 
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