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It's Confession Time


I must confess, I get a crush 
I wish to banish my eyes that haunt
But I gat a heart rush
Though wants it cooled and kept

I get it real bad
Yet wish I never had
Wanting everything she has
May be I wish for the death of  silent vaults

The swift in her smiles
What a glee she got in her eyes
I want to taste her lips
I wonder they could taste like her

I wish it gets slowed down
But won't mind her magic touch
To ceil my head a canopy
Could have wish I am secured

Enclosed in a save underground room
Really wants myself drawn
In the cruet of her balm
Seems my swift is so sluggish

What if my wildness is impeached
May be then you would come to me as much

Premium Member She Washes Her Hair With Beer, Vinegar and Egg

It's not a crack to the skull
But the yolk is prepared in a bowl
It is diluted with water

It's not a pint over the head
But the beer from a bottle
It is diluted with water

It's not fish n chips on the scalp
But the vinegar from a cruet
It is diluted with water 

These are all genuine ways to 
Hose down that shock of and
That riotous abundance of
Curtain-like congestion
Rainbow
Long
Drawn 
Out
I love you

The Devil's Binge

As you climb out of bed, a muscle twinge
lands you writhing on the floor"AAhhkk!!"
 getting up, you bang your head on the knob of an open drawer
"OUCHH!" now you know it's not your day, the Devil's on a binge.

At breakfast, if you make it, nothing goes quite right
retrieving the cruet,  hot coffee fills your lap with pain
"XXXX-XX!!" you change, but you're too late to catch your train
so you wait for a bus, but  not one hails in sight.

You start walking, and your bus comes whizzing past
it takes off at the next stop, as you run to climb aboard
you might as well go back to bed, this day you can't afford
and if it's Friday the 13th, you'd better make it....fast 

For when the Devil is on a binge, and gets upon your trail
your whole day goes down the drain
from the minute you become conscious, he'll give you hours of pain
no one escapes this blighter's tricks, when he grabs them by the tail.

hicky


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