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Jun 2011
I’m starving for attention

and you have plenty on your plate

so give me your intention

and we’ll call it just a date

as wine turns to water

and God is always late

as the callous man burns you

and the patient man waits.

So give the man your order

and dress your thoughts ornate

And when the man desserts you

I’ll help you clean your plate.
Written by
Tam Ly
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