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I’m thirsty And this is my first tea Or maybe my first g & t. How many g & ts Before I see the genie? Another gin, Another sin, Another gin, What do I win? Out of the way, I have shoulders Like boulders And I’ll chin you.
To all the women we love
She writes her music for dreams Between sunsets and sundowns. Times in between, In her days of whys and how, She destroys The myths about Albion scrawled across the pages of Ivanhoe. Her music is for dreamers, Silent screamers, Those they talk down to, Those simply letdown, Hidden behind screens, Not those feted upon stage. […]
My Saturn is a Capricorn But my Capricorn is in Saturn. My memories are so distant, How on earth am I going to map them? I leave everything to fate, Though fate doesn’t wait. She passes me by And again I’m left asking why Must i read through many many more scopes of horror All […]
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