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By ladyinwaiting Date: 2003 Mar 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.08.11.58.28933]] |
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Every time I am happy you show up again. You dig to the bottom of the box and pull that string. You tell me all those lines. Promises Promises. How I make you feel better than anything else on the earth. How much you miss me. How I make you so happy. We play and play. Then your gone. And I am left sitting in the box, alone. Waiting, waiting for you to pull the string. Please just leave this yo-yo with the smiley face in the bottom of the box. Better yet, give me to the goodwill. |