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The sound of your voice Approaches my vicinity vivaciously And your common conundrum Bangs into my cranium as bongos do My ears and my mind may be neighbors But they purposely put up white picket fences My ears- although adept Sometimes make a mess My mind keeps a clean yard And always takes out the trash
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
Music for the Dumpster
The sound of your voice Approaches my vicinity vivaciously And your common conundrum Bangs into my cranium as bongos do My ears and my mind may be neighbors But they purposely put up white picket fences My ears- although adept Sometimes make a mess My mind keeps a clean yard And always takes out the trash
ian-cairns
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
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