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By Chances are Date: 2003 Jan 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.19.04.26.13011]] |
| I've had enough and now I'm gone. I'd think that you were strong but I know you'd sooner condemn me for the show. I'd love to kiss your beautiful lips and take hold of your beautiful hips, to talk with your fascinating mind and look into your eyes, extending into infinity. I'd rather love you to the end of time. I don't care anymore. I don't have time to keep score. I've no intelligence and I can't match your wit, I've had enough of your changing names and trying to keep up with the game - and frankly, I just don't have time for this anymore. It seems I never find out till after I try and kick it that you're just like Snoopy - you've grabbed it away, and I'm flat on my back. Except that it would seem this time, you've just burned me away, no wondering at the timing. Well done. Gridiron score: you win. You'll have to let me know personally if things have changed. I've work to do and a real heart to give. |