By B.K.
Date: 2004 Mar 19
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Let Me Tell You

Feathered rhyme
Tickles the nose of time
Wylie wiggling crime
Hot roast fire
Melts the marshmallow
Off the wire
She's not really icky sweet
There is a salty view
Call the moonshine revenuers
She sticks it out on skewers
Only eats it medium rare
She walks faster when she's scared
And runs from every famous view
Did I tell you that I know
That she's in love with you