Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Acrimony Payments
Mother, may I call your name? Do I merit all your blame? Have I abandoned sense and sight out of my need to be right? I’m at your beck and call. You are my wrecking ball. I’m chained, pillar to post. I’ve got no reason to boast. So I declare, as I gulp and swallow that my sense of humor is hollow!...
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