Doe, a dear, a female dear…
Ray has lost his golden son.
Me, the monster they ran from.
Far, a long, long way to fall.
Sow, the **** that’s also reaped.
La, the last note sung by “Jane”.
T-boned and injured -- some lost…
And that brings us back to Jane
Doe… a girl who feared the tears
that would come with bottom.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
Doe, a dear, a female dear…
Ray has lost his golden son.
Me, the monster they ran from.
Far, a long, long way to fall.
Sow, the **** that’s also reaped.
La, the last note sung by “Jane”.
T-boned and injured -- some lost…
And that brings us back to Jane
Doe… a girl who feared the tears
that would come with bottom.
A play on the song "Do Re Mi (Maria and the Children)
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