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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 22-Aug-02/1:17 AM
OK, horus8/bachus/baba yaga, you win, I can't be bothered with this split identity thing any more, you just keep on ranting in your clever/remedial way and I'll steer round it and maybe we'll both be happy. And Dark Angel - would you prefer that I hate everything equally? Surely one of the points of criticism is that you discuss a single poem on its merits rather than swaggering in with a predetermined persona dispensing shards of ill-formed and meretricious nonsense? And I said Tom Waits because that's exactly what it sounds like. Did you take exception to that comment because you don't know what I'm talking about?




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