It might be nice if you sat a spell.
Have some soda. Listen to the radio.
There are songs in that box.
They spew out like commandments.
Telling you to dance,
and meet lovers by the bay.
Turn it up.
We can't hear what its saying:
"The quiet hummingbird has landed, on your window's sill, the bowl of diamonds you'd been hiding, are creeping out, bestowing thrills.
These thrills, they break the wills of weaklings, and embolden the brave to struggle on.
These thrills, embrace the greatest nation, and lead it to victory against the demon seed."
OK, please turn it off.
Can we play gin in silence?
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