Mairzy Dotes And Dozy Doats And Little Lamzy Divey
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Unknown to me, In the year I was born, Mairzy Dotes fell off a fellow writer's nib. A nonsense born alongside mine, sung to me through grandma's voice and scorched into my mind so that the stench of my burning flesh returns from time to time without me having choice. While Dozy Doats was playing in the charts wee little me fell into an open fire... Such a brief attempt at passing through! Thwart by being grabbed and pulled free, I survived with special care by doctors treating the burns of airmen burned in the air by Hitler's obscene decree. Now Lamzy Divey comes and fills my mind with song on waking to a cyclic World where the fresh stench of flesh pervades my nose and mind. Another madman dreams of gold and adulation for his wrong. The miasma billows across seas and is not even fresh - for the madness continues on from one day to another. One year to another. Jumbled and jivey. A nonsense that should not be. Never to be forgotten. Never the lesson learned: Brother killing brother. Killing child and mother. And no matter what may fall mortar bomb or rockets In the end it will be the same it happens to us all... he'll leave with empty pockets. © griffonner 2022
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