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Our song was never called


Submitted:Jan 2, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Trickle trickle trickle

Snow melts and the fickle

Flock to ales and pales

Ignoring clocks while

Karaoke make mocks

Of blue collars and the

Smaller you are the

Bigger your smocks

See triggers are the

Way the coy breathe

And the thieves of

Yesterday fan their

Sleeves as smoke

Curls and I choke

On good times so

Fucking sublime in

The lair of the ducks

There with my bestie

Vests stain, thinking of

The rain and the van-cations

Of my life sparkle and I

Imagine the larks

Of next years gain.





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