I'll let the waitress put the chairs up.

Let the glasses that you broke.

Form a picture of our leader with a halo made of smoke.

Let the golden oldie station crackle

And come through.

With a final benediction,

We'll hum along to,

Before we say good night let me talk about the ball game

and the weather show we care

like a sound we didn't notice until it stopped and left us there with the traffic and our

heartfeats beating in straight time let our hatred and affection march in the same line

Before we say good night

O protect our secret handshake once more with feeling

Let the toe stubs in members push through the ceiling.

Before we say goodnight.

Before we say good night, and let our

Wrecking ball complain,

I hate

Winnipeg. Howdy, folks.

I'm back. It's been a few weeks.

I've been here and there and everywhere.

It was in Canada for a bit, which was nice.

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