In the garden you will find my secret,
Nestled between dying geraniums.
Frost bite has claimed my third leg.
Expell the demons? On what charges?
Cook me up better bologna than that.
Tomorrow I will change my name,
I think I like the sound of Victorino.
Or maybe Hunting Wolf. Or Turd Burglar.
No, forget the name, no one will remember.
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