It must have been love
That sort of thing
Can't be mistaken
For a lesser set of feelings
It has a special hat
And makes you welcome at parties
And hugs you when you are down
And uses warm, soft knives
To cut you into different pieces.
How can something else dress up as that?
Friday, August 06, 2010
Marmite and Peanut Butter
The spreads came home today not the ones I first brought in These are generations removed from their founding slathers... Yet somehow the s...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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Final Thoughts From an AGM You want to mess with me? I can take you down a notch Spill the beans I’ll spill your blood Tooth for tooth, splo...
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Standing on a Hillside Sometimes you look back on where you have been Past the cloud-fluffy daffodils bobbing and green Through the deep dar...
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