Observers of all things
So don't you wonder why I'm under
The big machine that sings?
No, I don't mean the stereo. I mean that big box that sings a rhythmic drone as the wet clothes inside spin 'round and 'round. Yes, down here, look at your feet next to that machine, humom. You see two bowls? Do you notice something else about them. Oh, say, maybe that they're empty?Sheesh. She's the one who can tell time. Do I have to remind her to do everything?
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