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By Bob Submitted by BlueDenim Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.03.30.11079]] |
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When the sights and the sounds Get to be too much, And the voices chase away My sense of relaxation, That's when I close my eyes. Take myself to that little place In my mind I know too well, Visit too often, But that's okay, can never get enough. The part of my cortex Devoted to your memory Where I always smile, And you always know what to say. You're like the dirty little joke I never let anyone in on. You're like the fountain of youth Wanna keep you all to myself. |