richard taschner

You never know what`s round the corner
on nature`s trail
Catapillar, butterfly, or maybe a wren`s tail
darting in 'n' out of the bracken
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Two minute`s of pleasure
for a life of misery
You want a gun now to consign
yourself to history
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Who will be first away from the lights
in the grand prix getaway bragging rights
no one it seems as gridlock intervenes
Cacooned in the womb of your metal box gloom
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Look at her in killer heels
Proffesional lady just sealed some deals
Treats herself to jimmy choo
Worked hard, been paid, she`s due
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stereo season
is upon us
so find a place to hide
until the summer sun wears shades
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