Bread in a toaster,
you dumped me in a
grove of blueberry bushes,
that summer we jumped in
all the fountains just for fun.
We titled the album
“Business Casual Snow Angels”.
I will never drink the love potion,
no matter how good it tastes.
Why would anyone
want Extra
ordinary?
An ankle is not unlike a
consequence. (Sit! Stay.)
Double your pleasure,
double your fun.
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