River of years, and my mom's beef stew, and something raw, sushi, a fact check, a gallery check?

Please no, is it not clean?

Wash my underwear in the river, and three forest girls came out, Tumblr and dryads, okay, sure,

Open it up, three grams of weed?

Three mountains to climb, amitabha, I'm going to blaze and dip, and my master called, he says to knock on the gate three times, but I don’t dare to make a wish,

Last I heard he was waking up,

Spring is here,

Last I heard he didn’t make it,

The party had to start without him,

Oh, don't be so sour,

Thirty thousand times,

Is it better?

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Maybe forty cents,

Some nice weather,

Waiting for escalation,

A Geodude, a little rude, don’t go so deep, a shallow pond, a white dove, a mother goose, and his uncle,

Something about dreaming,

Something about disconnections,

Something about wetness,

Something about roles being assigned,

Something about greed and rhymes,

Girl sleepovers, and he may have gotten hit by a bus,

Something about characters and crimes,

And the world was still turning,

How will it look today?

Sunny I’m sure,

When are the zombies going to get here?

And I’m still waiting for the aliens,

And a secret third thing, and a thong, and a crucifixion, and a sixty nine, and a sweet rhyme, have a good time, for the eleventh time this night,

The wind swept him away, and I spent all this money, what a waste, just a taste, a creep, and he ran away, into the arms of another, but a dude was there, so he had to stand by awkwardly,

At the gym, the bar and brothers, or something, and a flower blooming, and he dropped it,

The flower, just pluck it,

Then the party continued without him,

Who was he, a question of identity, is it you or me, and in some places it's always sunny,

I would burn,

A little bridge to cross,

Rippling water,

The poet died,

Probably not a lie, maybe I'll use it a second time, the river flows in many directions,

Sylvia Plath, I thought it through, let’s do it,

Something about your uncle,

I’ll drop it off next Friday,

Is he coming, am I coming,

A second dude and a third guy in line,

An operation, a ski coat, and Aspen,

A wild dream, a grand scheme,

Wet pusst, and a diamond ring,

And maybe an ounce of weed...