Sep 13
Some are to be made fun of.
Some of them are to curse.
Some of them tickled me red.
Some stole from my purse.
I tell you it’s wonderful
I tell you it’s not pho-nee
It’s the holes in my head,
That reaches out to all thee.
Some of them are to curse.
Some of them tickled me red.
Some stole from my purse.
I tell you it’s wonderful
I tell you it’s not pho-nee
It’s the holes in my head,
That reaches out to all thee.
NUTS - Friday the 13th. What a drag it is being old.
(Androgynous/The final frontier)
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