I'mma smoooth mooooovin' Dude.
Shabooomahhhh....

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Mama mia, look at those calves!
Shababa-babeeee....

Author and Critic

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Quack!

Blind man dancin'
to the
Boom bop tipple-pop.

Smoooth groove prancin'
for them

Luvvvv handles.

It's a heart beat world.
Yazz-aaaah....

La lalala la!

(Oh, you bird brained shweetie.)

A thousand words in zee picture.

A thousand pictures in zee words.

Who'z got the balance, Bitsy?

Oh, shoo, go with the glow.

It has to be so!

It has to be!

It has to!

It has!

It!

...

It?

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Oh!!!

What iz you doin', Kay Lee?

Gotta reach for it.

Gotta stretch for it.

Gotta be long and lean for it.

What you do when you gets it, Kay Lee?

There iz no gettin' it, girl.

Then why iz you reachin' for it?

I iz balancin', Baibio. I iz balancin'.

Whoa!

I gets it!

... ha ha ha!
And now I gots it!

Wheeeee!

Oh, no! No!

Baibio!

You threw it ahead!

Yah!

More reachin'.
More stretchin'.
More balancin' for you!

Tra-la-laaaa!

Sigh...

I'm reachin'...
I'm stretchin'...
I'm long... and ... leanin' ...

Oooo! Bird cherry love.

Schamackin' luckuh for me!

Gonna save this world!

Yes I am!

One for you,

One for me.

Tall, stiff, coolin' shade.

Shaboomin magic.

Tell me, square facto,

Iz this a coin toss

or a consequence?

Iz just a musin'.

I assume you are as enthused about up there

as I am about down here.

See me! See me!

Zeezee! Zeezee!

???

Exactly!

Outa the jungle and into the sea.

Transcendant slice walking,

dream sailing,

search finding.

The knowing that

rests awkwardly 

and ferociously

above

that which is aware.

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Sheee, Billy.
Izz jist endorphin highs
and moonshine lows.
Shake a leg!

OMG, ya think, Geo?

Yezzz, we gots great horizons.

Shaboomah!

Yip!

I jist can't, dear.

I gotta get outa here.

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Hmmm,

Once again I reaps

all the left over sweets

the pearls and smiles

the chortles and wiles

the snuggles and whistles

the munchies and thistles.

I be the richest

shaboomin' canman around.

Iz smackin' good,
eatin' yo mem'ries.

*While yo is slang for your in English,
it is also the spoken sound for the word good (jo) in Hungarian.

Uv oooo!

Jessie Jo, where you go?

High skirt listin' left,

rising to the beat of a young heart, mamma.

Iz ok, then, baibio. 

You keep on blossomin'.

I keep on waterin'.

What be he doin'?

He be crazed.

I be amazed!

He be fly fishin'.

Scoot we go, baibio.

Time for some hot balloonin'.

Okay, izza waddle to the left touch, right touch?

Just a little left touch, right touch?

Yeah baby,

Then we gotta turn turn turn.

Oh, you iz just singin' wishy-washy, Mr. G.

Or you iz makin' fine fun of me.

Naw,

We iz just shadow fox trottin'.

Gol-darn it, Mags.
You do understand!

Is this it?

Is this?

It's here somewhere.

I knows it.

I feels it.

In my heart.

In my head.

Magic.

I gotcha, sweet Lucy.

Keep swingin' your heart out.

You got places to go.

Places to see,

Maybe to be.

Have no fear.

I iz here,

Shaloopin'.

Wanna sail my way?

Iz high flyin'.

Poosh.

No way, lady.

I'm stickin' to

snuggle jammin'.

Think so?

Maybe, Moe.

Shoot.

Piffle.

Poot.

It sayz here...

Oh dear, oh dear!

Iz that right?

Triangulate.

You knowz it when you seez it.

It make you fearful.

It make you scared.

It bunch you up tight as a knot.

You twist away. 

You turn 'round and 'round.

But it still there...

twisted,

tight,

waiting.

For you.

Shabooma-baby!

My kinda lunch break!

Come on, chickies!

We be all here.

March on.