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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Apr 09 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.09.04.35.11411]] |
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The silence deafens, thoughts race What's with this hormonal pace? Heartbeat skipping, breathing funny Dogwoods bloom, days are sunny Must be spring, and young men's thought Turns in the direction where it ought Laying suit to maidens fair Ironing t-shirts, cutting hair Phone is ringing all the time We've barely time to cook and dine Rapid breath and sweaty knees Romance comes with birds and bees My house is clean and welcoming No more trash or anything Soul is open as my door I invite friendship, nothing more Oh my son you're just fourteen I really am not being mean But you must wait your turn to play Because the phone's for me today |