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By jack Date: 2002 Sep 20 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.20.10.23.21076]] |
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him? that'd be frank yes strange how he pierced his neck but the bolts kinda do grow on dem that he knows heh wait till you meet his wife with the marge simpson hair black with streaks of white and a voice used to cut glass but don't worry you will love her as do we all we, that is, that live in this building to all of us she is truly grand ah there she is with that strange stilted walk and when you she greets with that high pitched shriek please be not offend for just you wait till the midnight hour and with my wife in hand we share a smile a little tighter we hold and the smallest kiss as our love grows thinkin on that hour ...... ..... ..... ...... ....... midnight has come and the shrieks begin mixed with the timed grunts from old frank i hold my wife closer as we wait us and all the rest this building holds those old enough to understand we all hold on in hope that frank, tonight, is up to the demands there yes the grunts and shrieks grow closer frank is truly on the job tonight my wife's eyes shine a little brighter tears at ready for the soon un-command one last massive grunt from frank and silence as we wait there low the moan does start changing pitch changing key to run the gauntlet of music she is singing old frank to sleep without words yet truly she sings loud enough to carry just throughout this building we know all of us stay awake to hear to let her sing us all to sleep our angel in the nighted air with all the music caught in her soul for now released set free as she with her soft sweet sounds has released all of we |