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Dear Ms. Sexton (Lyric) by <{Baba^Yaga}>

It's Summer time at the funeral You're so divine supernatural I see you there but you don't see me I'll keep on hoping we were meant to be But, we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew how to love Someone like me It's Autumn now at the carnival I follow you there instinctual That lemonade sure stang your lips As I stare, at your growing hips But, we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew we went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew how to love A fool like me It's winter-time at the festival Ice sculptured rows of chilled denial You're skating on the pond, with your new Bo You're so in love that I turn and go I go crash, boom, bam I thought you knew I went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew I see through Your transperacy It's Spring at last in the hospital I paint all day 'habitual' I'm better now, and so high above The Doctors cut out all our love It went crash, boom, bam I thought you knew It went crash, boom, bam I wish you knew how to love Border-line.. Serenity......

Christof 20-Aug-02/6:49 AM
Notwithstanding Bachus's rather crazy tirade, I think, Baba-Yaga, that you have stored up some bad Poemranker kharma, especially in your acid comments on Memorybabe's poems. Therefore let me come to turn the wheel...when you stop recycling Tom Waits lyrics, you can start to berate others for their poetic failings.




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