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Imagine This, I Got Punished For Putting My Babe In a Microwave
TWO TOO MANY LIARS I saw her swagger and sway her hips as if they had something to say So knowing the sweltering lady was a liar I ran the other way Surely she’d say something about plans which faded away And dreams of a knight on a white horse upon a fateful day that knight drew his knife from its sheath to fight for a lady lovely of form As Autumn leaves screamed out hues of greens and blues beyond the norm It seemed the dress in duress and distress needed a hero born in the fall when leaves were aglow What she didn’t know was that this knight’s faithfulness was lower than low She sauntered down the street as I ran from a collision of two hearts and two minds She wore sparkling jewelry and gems of every size, shapes and kinds She never received gems from this knight upon whom she depended But lo, no ’twas not by I the lady would duly be defended And as I picked up my pace I envisioned her fancy free face Then summoned forth the memory of her grandeur and grace I recall when I was collecting kindling for my love lit unto a fire Then I ran away because, as some people are, she was a pathological liar © 2010.…..
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