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By Tricia T. Submitted by shalini Date: 2001 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.07.19.30.14876]] |
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Misti, girl, where are you? Where's the pinwheel poems we wait for when our well of passion's dry? Where's your cotton candy daydreams spun beneath a Texas sky? Where's the outright indignation that you wore as thin disguise, in your tender tales of childhood .where your virtue took top prize. Where's your hard rock candy Christmas and your Rawk Star quest for fame? Have you sold your dreams for diamonds, or moved on to another game? |