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I sent a telegram from behind enemy lines
To my love and the mother of my only child
It read please remember to turn off the radio
And be sure to feed the parrot before departing for paradise….
Not that she would blow up a perfectly good plane
Or even a 53 Buick with a worn out engine and toothless grille….
It’s just that with the entire world, chromed and engulfed in chaos
Bleeding from your nose somehow doesn’t seem quite so morose…
And we go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda…
With you and Matilda waltzing with me….
2010 T.S. ©