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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.16.18.02.6612]] |
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Grinding chops on bloody beef The athlete slobbers as he eats Got to finish, race is near Competition, taste the fear It's you she says, in afterthought While all confused and over wrought Come feed me now and wipe my drool Doors open, don't be a fool But her mind's on another day Rue Bourbon missed, love gone astray And Royale calls, with oysters slick I'll stay here, can't dip my wick But one day soon the artists's call Will conquer all the players tall Tales of love and joy and heaven We've got a date on Highway 7 She'll wear silk and denim blues I'll have on my tennis shoes But I won't run, not this time I'll have some canapes and wine |