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Jun 2015
Your rhythm
Has no blues
Your pie
Is in the sky
Your dreams
Have no pipe
Your bridges
Are not crossed
You look
After you leap
Your stitch
Is out of time
Your iron
Is never hot
You are all of these
But baby
I like your style.
Written by
Leslie William Purdy  Mallorca
(Mallorca)   
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