Sail did the buffalo from tangled stars
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All the way to West Knuckle
Past pop-top heads
Through gasoline veins
Around desert snows and gunpowder makeups
They arrived on Easter
But the poundcake masses
Do not approve distilled maltase
"Unhand the tablespoon bovine!"
Cried Teapot as Sun set over burning Wednesday
"They've wronged you zero and twisted you 3,
Let the opposition have their starship!"
"Nay!" wailed the old winking ghost
"Then before the dissipation of West Knuckle commences, ponder this conjecture:"
Only you can open the door,
But can the open, door you?