I reach up
and the stars seem to say,
twinkle
twinkle
and my arm comes down
and my arm comes down.
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In the grand tradition of preachers of yore, I come to you with hat in hand hoping for a little something to pay for the booze. Or booze.
1 comment:
One of my students has a blog that is of a woman inserting a tampon over and over again. This reminds me of that very much. Oh - it's Melissa by the way.
mc
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