*Mustard eyes keep rolling by they wish they were invisible.
Holding out to the hearts of the men who said they tried too hard, she flickered on a table spurting wax at their faces it appeared, the do´s and don't s book festered on the shelf alone.
By the sea a sandwich is prepared for a flock of hands, A lottery ticket lay flattened out of reach under an army tank loud, rain adds a demeanour of the movie screen.
Stadiums hug those who have no place to go in their lonely hearts, the children juggled apples in the living room on a winter's night dark.
Go Huddle in the tavern until midnight.
Until the man rings the bell and turns out the light.
Because mustard eyes keeping rolling by they wish they were invisible.

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