Monday, December 21, 2009

Tell them you knew it all along
Keeping it under gladwrap
Sealing the freshness in
Like a good joke
Like a kept secret
Like a filled roll
They still find the elephant in your room
The one you fed every day
While the underwraps went stale.

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