Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

Or at least in the ocean off the state of Florida…

…OPHELIA BECOMES THE SEVENTH HURRICANE OF THE SEASON…STILL NOT MOVING…

Now Ophelia, she’s ‘neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession’s her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah’s great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

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One Response to Something is rotten in the state of Denmark

  1. Ooshka says:

    Bob Dylan is a prophet, I KNEW IT! He will be held up to the likes of Nostradumus, and everyone will be reading his lyrics looking for there hidden meaning! So sayeth Ooshka (the Humble Monk …with a tail…)

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