She Acts Like a Tourist
Good Friday poem..Squeezing hearts into Banana Pie
Glide,glide through the shackles and your nightmares
Who promises a promiser
All that is an art of compromise, is a sorry wine
Liquid pearl mask of possession
A heart which gives life,and another takes it away
Laughing at all the waste and then our streets
Nothing left to do but tease the fans with lion roars and
hopeful ladies in hot pants
There is always more pieces of a puzzle
A heart that shares seeds many others
To share a chorus but keep it honest
And the wind will be fair
And devoid of your instinctive trouble
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