how could she have done so much
be old and young at once I showed
her a script she asked for pictures
requesting a play about centaurs
I never wrote it she wouldn't have
read it but I could have done it in
her theatre if I could get a centaur
I screamed and threw things when
she didn't help me get a gun then
got it myself that was how it went
fierce later hungry for credit which
she richly deserved not my mama
I was not her boy but loved her do
praise long-running Ellen amazing
transformer powering all our art
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