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By Zero #1 Date: 2001 Oct 17 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.17.13.41.19712]] |
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I like the way you put it, letters to a game, Like the winds that blow your hair into my eyes, You and it are the same, Both jumbled in a box, missing a few parts so I see, but the game itself is ever so fun, especially when it's just you and me, When Basement times burn a hole in your mind, and you long for that one letter to be used up, before the buzzer goes off again, Don't look in my eyes, don't even say a word, you don't even have to get up, Bend your mind backwards towards mine, let the scrabble go where it may, And basement times, like this basement rhyme, will never get boxed away. |