apron/hate him

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

It rhymed in the car, when you tried harder.
Which eye do I contact?
How close are we when I want
to read? I volunteer most things
I think about, though not
in a row. Had you heard the song
of the days when SHIFT was locked?

This love I keep will be
so revealed to me
if I keep staring at
stereo equipement
blaring on its feet
at my touch. Which orator is clearer?
It rhymes if you sing it and
keep the beat better.

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