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Whimsy

Whimsy

 

F J McCarthy on Jan 14, 2000

 

 

I can’t , I won”t.

 

I shan’t, I don’t.

 

I might, tonight.

 

Is it right, not quite.

 

How bout later, in the elevator.

 

I could mate her, on the escalator.

 

Should I Try, she might cry.

 

Then I’d die. Too **** shy.

 

I guess I should quit. Before I forget.

 

\Seems a solid bet, Oh to hell with it.

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