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Silver slivers of solid liver and jam Whiskers kiss past Turks or ham Flavored paper for popular people Begin please! Climb our church steeple Forget it, I mean you no harm If you can't be cute, then try for smarm Tell me a secret you know about boys Though you might not know any, you still have soft toys Never, ever, always - tall days (in platform shoes!) Hate, love, lust, rust and remembering Silly games with guns and dismembering Bombs that explode into strawberry stars Sparkle and twinkle, and try to melt cars Jelly beans, tangerines, chocolate and fries Buttered toast fireworks in ovaltine skies Capable people do commonplace things while I write myself a pair of pink wings to fly overhead of their sensible plans and pelt them with pillows and empty food cans.
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Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
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Silver slivers of solid liver and jam Whiskers kiss past Turks or ham Flavored paper for popular people Begin please! Climb our church steeple Forget it, I mean you no harm If you can't be cute, then try for smarm Tell me a secret you know about boys Though you might not know any, you still have soft toys Never, ever, always - tall days (in platform shoes!) Hate, love, lust, rust and remembering Silly games with guns and dismembering Bombs that explode into strawberry stars Sparkle and twinkle, and try to melt cars Jelly beans, tangerines, chocolate and fries Buttered toast fireworks in ovaltine skies Capable people do commonplace things while I write myself a pair of pink wings to fly overhead of their sensible plans and pelt them with pillows and empty food cans.
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amber-rosborough
Canadian
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 7:27 PM UTC
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