By B.K.
Date: 2006 Jul 06
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White Hot


There is a tight white hot
Where the tip hits the flip spot
It's pure gravitational bliss
There is no getting over this
There are a few clues
Tho they won't be evening news
As to where what when why
Ask the third eye
Just don't ask it now
Cause it's getting ready to loudly sing
Something about passionate love
Being a mighty splendid thing