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By Misti Date: 2004 Nov 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.11.13.18.54.11471]] |
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she was a gypsy on purpose he couldn't understand she demanded nonsense he wouldn't deliver she wasn't a sensible eater he paid the tab she threw punches he hoped she'd miss she dreamed up a funkier life he didn't do funky she danced sang sweated screamed he thought inertia was a virtue she preferred pain to a comfortable lie he was all about the ibuprofen she said she loved him but couldn't prove it he sighed and hired a lawyer. |