Felt like the steel tipped edges of a fake sword,
A young lover's sting, inclined to make one sob
And feel sorry
But no, not a word
Spoken 'gainst the face of the snob
Never a parry
Nor a word against sherry
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 7:35 PM UTC
Felt like the steel tipped edges of a fake sword,
A young lover's sting, inclined to make one sob
And feel sorry
But no, not a word
Spoken 'gainst the face of the snob
Never a parry
Nor a word against sherry
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