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By Entropy Date: 2002 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.05.20.08.13527]] |
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I sit down to write you a poem and all I can come up with is a bunch of garblty-gook. Im supposed to be a guy, right? With all those smooth, perfect words at all the right times. Well, you have seen right through all of them. Some were just a cover-up, for a mistake or something that happened by lucky chance. Like when I told you that we were walking down that side of the street because I thought you would prefer to walk in the shade. But some were real. Like when I told you that there are a thousand guys who would line up to have a chance to win your heart. Oh yes, you may not see it, but its true... ...And if you're not careful, Im going to end up right in line with the rest of them. |