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I straightened my hair And got ready for the day; Another day without you here… Just another normal Saturday. “Hey! Over here! Don’t you see me still?” I don’t understand. Who gives me these chills? “It’s me, Jayne Mansfield. Won’t you come out to play?” *Don’t talk to me that way. I don’t know you.* “You’re wasting away your day! What else is there to say?” *Leave me alone. You’re not my friend; How do I put these strange thoughts To an end?* “It’s me, Lady Diana, Queen of the Land; I’ve come to free you from slavery And give you a hand.” Leave me now! and that’s a demand! ”Now, hold on one moment; I may not be Queen, But you are still speaking to supreme royalty…” *What? Who are you? Are you friends with them too?* “I am Grace Kelly, The Princess of Doom.” *Shoo! Shoo! I don’t need you. I need my best friend Who was lost in her youth… Just gone – like, **** “It’s alright,” said sweet Jayne, Kneeled down on all fours… “It’s okay,” said the Queen, Who cried even more… “Don’t be scared,” said the Princess, Who just wasn’t sure How to convince me that death Unfolds into something much more… "Live on," they all chanted, and all I heard was love coming from the voices which now lived above.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Communication from Beyond
I straightened my hair And got ready for the day; Another day without you here… Just another normal Saturday. “Hey! Over here! Don’t you see me still?” I don’t understand. Who gives me these chills? “It’s me, Jayne Mansfield. Won’t you come out to play?” *Don’t talk to me that way. I don’t know you.* “You’re wasting away your day! What else is there to say?” *Leave me alone. You’re not my friend; How do I put these strange thoughts To an end?* “It’s me, Lady Diana, Queen of the Land; I’ve come to free you from slavery And give you a hand.” Leave me now! and that’s a demand! ”Now, hold on one moment; I may not be Queen, But you are still speaking to supreme royalty…” *What? Who are you? Are you friends with them too?* “I am Grace Kelly, The Princess of Doom.” *Shoo! Shoo! I don’t need you. I need my best friend Who was lost in her youth… Just gone – like, **** “It’s alright,” said sweet Jayne, Kneeled down on all fours… “It’s okay,” said the Queen, Who cried even more… “Don’t be scared,” said the Princess, Who just wasn’t sure How to convince me that death Unfolds into something much more… "Live on," they all chanted, and all I heard was love coming from the voices which now lived above.
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25/American
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
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