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Monday, March 24, 2008

Cock head.

Pardon me for doing
all those crazy things to you
without having a thought for you.
I'll just sing a soft tone
near your ears but it will sound
like the ringing of the phone.
We'll just walk down together
and have the cheapest shiraz there
and crack our head up.
Maybe you'll let me walk you home
and you'll give me a kiss
for sending you home.
This is just a dream
we would hope for
or maybe it's just me.





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