Since Michelle Reads: The Liar's Whore
Playing songs through my head
Living like I'm faking death
Reasons escaping to feel reasonable
Reality sets in
In store, up front, right in the view
Perfectly polished just for you
Believed the deal was all it could be
Dealt with it like antiquity
Slightly miffed at the consequences
Indulge myself and your irreverent behavior
Cattle and sheep and lambs and goats
Request taken to replace the hope
The likelihood that this will be
Some sort of polished melody
To sing-a-long to and ransom the bet
Conducive to this exit
posted by Jeff Watkins @ Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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