In This Garden No Dog's Shit

In This Garden No Dog's Shit

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Submitted: March 25, 2017

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And the ladder didn't take me to heaven, still, I climbed and

?found my way up

I had some cognac with the man, the man called

Saint peter

?I asked him, Which way to VA.? You, old man, you got it wrong, he said

?this is no place for war veterans

Okay, I said

?I went down, down to the very down bottom, it was hot, cognac perhaps?

I spoke, you Beelzebub, take me to VA.

VA.? Oh! a war veteran I presumed, presumed nothing, Mr. Incubus

Would you like some tequila? Damn you Incubus, Take me to VA.

I need some hot blooded, Mr. Horn, I'm tired, tired of being abused

?tired from haven and hell, Let's play chess, please.


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