Friday, October 26, 2012

Buckets

Buckets of blood, buckets of blood.
My little bucket of blood.

I dreamt that I went sailing
to the end of the world

In my bucket,
my little bucket with a hole in it,

my little bucket,
my bucket of blood.

(Ed.:  3 a.m., what did I eat for dinner? Best not think about that!)


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