Saturday, August 13, 2011

What a lovely little petticoat you wear.
And I rather like what you've done with your hair.

Your teeth are so sparkling white.
If I ask, do you think tonight?

Well it isn't that special of a thing to ask a girl dancing and the moon isn't right and the stars aren't aligned but heaven knows those things are just a waste of our time an excuse to dill dally and force ourselves to wait for a moment that never comes like the trains out on the plain whistling to each other in the distance, the great prairie whales, so I'll take the bus, and try not to make such a fuss over lace and enamel and ribbons tied tight,



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