Nymphs
I break the laws of gravity
Geronimo can't jump now,
and as Newton astonishingly watches
I meet those beautiful nymphs,
they take me, we fly to their house.
They are harmonically singing,
I like where this is going.
I'm eating their tunes out.
Now they so loudly laugh,
they so romantically moan.
Quite abruptly, though, then
the alarm clock yells.
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