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By blakey Date: 2006 Jun 22 Comment on this Work [[2006.06.22.14.10.3043]] |
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Take a good look Look on my arms, Where you used to find security Look on my chest, Where you used to lay your weary head Look on my shoulders, Where you used to share your heavy burdens Look on my feet, Where you could count on them traveling anywhere to be with you Look on my lips, Where you used to share you desires Look in my eyes, Where you could always find truth and honesty You won't find it Do you remember calling me 'Hon' in the airport? You probably didn't realize the similarities Neither one of us has an expiration date The passage of time means nothing Honey will never get stale, And I will always love you You can put us in the back of the fridge, Or on top shelf of the cupboard, Or behind the canned meat in the pantry, Or even in the bottom of the freezer Do your best. But when you're in dire need For the sticky, sweet topping That you drizzle over your biscuits Or for a lover and friend Who is there when all others have exceeded their 'use by date' Dust us off Warm us up Give us a good squeeze You'll soon forget why you put us away in the first place. |