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Nov 2014
I asked your mom for pictures of that
New Years Eve, and yeah, I'm kind of sorry,
but I don't think I'm at fault.

You were cute before I met you,
and you're cute now, so forget
about the camera, and sit back
and talk like Moses talked to God,
and talk like Mom and Dad would talk
before they found out she was pregnant
with the worst and best two decades
that she still feels were a dream.

And talk like we do; talk like one
of two identical, divisible
denominators stuck inside a
textbook made of dances.
                                              
                                              Please
excuse my dear Aunt Sally for
forgetting how to knock.
Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr
Written by
Robert Joseph Hoffman Jr  Williams
(Williams)   
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