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Now that I've up all my ideas
Here in my little by the sea
I search for a memory but none comes to me

In grade one, my teacher do embalming
She'd stuff the of dead little birds
She told us if ever we one, just to bring it to her

And in the science was an iguana
It lay very still in its
And we'd feed him flies

Then read the old testament to us
But first she'd remind us the stories true
And we'd hear of locusts and plagues and the tortures they

And in the room was an iguana
I remember it now in my house by the
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