She's got a look on her puss like she was weaned on a pickle. Hands on the handle of her motorsicle. In the nest of the cuckoo bird...She's in a gang on the streets that so hard and slippery. A bang in the teeth with no charge for delivery. In the nest of the cuckoo bird...You wanna get her tail until she purrs. Run your fingers thru her fur. In the nest of the cuckoo bird...Her aplomb is massive and I wondered "Why, how could any poor ass've ever passed her by?" In the nest of the cuckoo bird...In the nest of the cuckoo bird...In the nest of the cuckoo bird. A cockatoo with the googoo lure. In the nest of the cuckoo bird. A huntress with the hoodoo word. Well there ain't no freckles on that fish. You're like Dr. Jekyl with a deathwish. In the nest of the cuckoo bird...

Writer : RORSCHACH, INTERIOR
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