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You're where all the poets goYou're where all the ashes blow
You're thee kind of maker
That makes the whole world come true
Thank god you're timeless
Because my watch got stolen
It's the good stuff you bring to me
So turn and blow me one last kiss
You're a deadeye baby
You just never miss
There ain't that much as sweet as this
I waved so hard I broke my wrist
posted by Joyce @ 11:39 PM
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