? a man
From Netherlands
He knew not what band he mixed
It sounded a bit like the zephyr
And a bit like the jicks

He craned his neck
Over the desk
Waiting for something to write (rhyme?)
And you weren't there to feed him
Ere the second that moment arrived

The band became a picture-frame
Surrounding the vision he dreamt

The walls were walking round in squares
Dividing the room as they will

And then my friend
The story ends
Short tho I know it may be
The band switched into a tune
And the halls were walking tall

1% of one is 1% of one is…

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