Good night, kitteh, good night, sweet kitteh, good nite, good nite.
I iz a good knigtht, knifing the Thames fo scrapes of kittehgod eh,
Red is da rock tonite, and bleedsing.
Hounds feedsing on fisher queen of indirectness. So sullen
dis unexpectness. I said no. Swollen maggohs in my throat,
I said no. Hounds in my achings back, clawsing my spine.
I said no, no, no. Don’t not come.
Asha Shan Hanti Shantih Asha Asha Shanti.
Asharrghni. Ashrragnig. Anhtrashanti.
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09/03/2008
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