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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She was an estranged angel On the backbone of a boar She never put her hair up Was a missile without a war She broke a wild stallion With the motion of her hips She stifled a chameleon With the color of her lips She drowned a hundred hearts With the ocean in her eyes She never stayed for dinner Had a trick bag full of lies She's the chairman of your love It's the least you stand to lose Reinvested into futures The kind you'd never care to chose She shone just like a savior To a crowd of men like me In the dark and dreary alley She convinced us we'd be free She locked our souls together With chain of solid gold To wander through the streets Starving, in love, and cold On rainy nights she'd tell me Of the millions she would make We pounded solid granite Until it'd crack, until it'd break She delivered forty hammers On a bull, without a sound She had hundreds of 'em stowed Somewhere buried in the ground We bore our chains and sang it loud We wrote a thousand songs God save your children's virgin eyes From seeing such a throng She promised me the world inside A thimble she'd unhide Upon completion of a house Built on the black hillside She promised me so many things I believe I did lose track But if I could somehow free these boys they'd sure be headed back To living simple there in town No vixen to demand Just a table for to drink at And to play a couple hands But the hand that feeds the bread Now riddled so with grubs Would never be allowing that A world with beds and tubs Her power is a mighty thing That crushes bone and brow It brings one to believe it right To stumble, kneel, and bow We're just too worn and sore To ever execute our coup Best rest until the morning comes There's plenty of work to do
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