grace hides
behind love's ugly little drum
she's lovely, she's quiet, she keeps
impeccable time
beautiful/dangerous
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2 comments:
I really like this one, J.
You were missed on Saturday.
And you missed a half naked man playing a xylophone made of wrenches, which is what everyone needs more of in their life.
Thanks, Joe. Next time.
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