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By B.K. Date: 2008 Apr 22 Comment on this Work [[2008.04.22.22.35.32733]] |
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The wise ole owl sits on my desk In wide eyed wonder he stares at me Then greedily gobbles all my change We have an arrangement he and I As long as I keep feeding him He promises not to tell What happens to the slush fund Or where I can be found On any rambunctious Sunday afternoon There are only two places I want to be Darlin one is in your arms And the other is slaving away Sitting hand in hand And sneaking sweet kisses Feeding our faces and watching the stars At a popcorn movie matinee ©bk2008 |