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utensils

we dance with spoons and spatulas

forks and whisks and tongs

we use then for their real purpose,

because we know what they're really for...

unnecessarily profane songs

that's why they're in our kitchen

that's why they're in our hands

right where they belong

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Feb 11, 2010
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