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Oct 2010
Should I be kind and gently knock?
Place my hand and just simply rock?
Open the curtains, let light in,
whisper words, of night time sin?   No!


I'll Tickle your nose with feathers,
so in your face you mash lather?
In some warm water place your hand,
in hope things go just as planned?

With pots and pans make a ruckus,
so you jump right up and focus?
Scream while wearing a ****** mask,
so when you wake you heart beats fast?

Won't do you good to throw a fit.
Yep!  The devil made me do it.
Paula Swanson
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Paula Swanson
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