/ kalebeul / 2003 / 11 / 21 / lament re a case of carelessly induced bicephalism /
The catamaran bird (or so I’ve heard)
Sobbed softly into its Kleenex:
“Some drunken twats burned half my slats
So I’m neither bench nor phoenix.”
You may console the catamaran bird during this walk.
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