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By Whispermist Date: 2001 Aug 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.23.12.02.9406]] |
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Give 'em Hell, girl! You sing your heart in prose and rhyme if he makes you quake or spin and rage you sing! When his hands find pathways to places you and I would whisper about when his lips build bridges from soul to soul no engineer would dare sing on! When your heart is broken or newly healed in ecstasy or in pain in down and dirty you -go-girl heat or heated indifferance you sing! My eyes will pop and I will read and yes I've been the last to know before but damn you're good and my ragged little heart sure knows every written word you've penned is true. You sing! And if they laugh or make fun or act the sort who get sat in the corner at school because they don't know a well written feeling from the acne on their faces screw 'em! You Give 'em Hell, girl! |