the short answer

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between marx and marzipan in the dictionary there was mary, between the deep blue sea and the devil that was me, if ever anyone could help me with my obsession with, the young suzannah york. it was mary, in my pink pyjamas she asked me for something, i gave her the short answer, she read our stars out loud, and i knew then that we should have gone sailing, but we stayed home instead, fighting on the waterbed, like the honeymoon couple on drugs, me and mary, what happened in the past, remained a mystery of natural history, she should have been the last, but she was just the latest, if she wanted to be a farmer's wife, i would endure that muddy life, i would dig for victory, and the sound of happy couples, coupling happily in the dark, while you and i sat down to tea, i remember you said to me, that no amount of poetry, would mend this broken heart, but you can put the hoover 'round, if you want to make a start, all my friends from school, introduce me to their spouses, while i'm left standing here, with my hands down the front of my trousers, i just don't know what's to be done, i wonder sometimes how did dad meet mum, and how did they conceive of me, tell my mary, the boys who came to the shop, always made her laugh much more than i did, when i told her this must stop, she didn't bat an eyelid, she said you know honey it's such a shame, you'll never be any good at this game, you bruise too easily, so said mary, her two brothers took me out, of circulation for the duration, so we went our separate ways but does she still love me, she still has my door key, like a bully boy in a benetton shop, you're never happy with what you've got, till what you've got is gone, sorry mary