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As with most humans I too am broken Holding myself together With spit and glue Not a moment too soon And not a good glue like crazy glue A temporary glue like post-it-notes That come off when the wind blows Oh Lord… To be able to crazy glue my soul Still… When it [...] Like a kid with a couple of cans and string I wake to find chatter about this or that Cross my radar screen named Vaio Used to watch CNN to be in the know Listening to the constant clamber About nothing… For who could feign concern whether Paris’ BFF hates her or not Or Brittany [...] |
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