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Post by vulture on Jun 27, 2015 21:38:24 GMT -6
If you're looking for her in me Boy, you are barking up the wrong tree
If you're hoping I'll fulfil a latent desire We share nothing but a dam and a sire
She's all manners, pomp and circumstance I'm sassy, brassy and brimming with tolerance
I live in the real world She lives in her own world
Those worlds collide rarer and rarer Every since I caught her calling me a liar
So, if you think you'll get closer to her through me Boy, oh, boy are you barking up the wrong tree
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Post by phantasm on Jun 28, 2015 21:03:39 GMT -6
simple, yet rhythmical.
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Post by vulture on Jul 23, 2015 22:43:39 GMT -6
thank you. pretty much what I was going for. just rolling the marbles around in my head to see what, if anything would fall out... it gets tiresome, searching high and low for inspiration... haha
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