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   Saturday, July 05, 2008  
she tries to play hard to get but she cant



she can hide in the day but the night betrays
shes the only one who makes my home phone jingle
shes the only one who drunk dials
shes the only one whos ring smiles

knock knock when the door just intime for the fireworks
crack crack went the last of the black cats
ugh ugh went the old man
not yet went the quick prayer

sparkly strands braided in her hair
rubber bands on too pale wrists
how on earth are those real
public education aint said 'bout this

whispered kiss me every time you hear a bang
or a pop
or a crackle

and i did and i did and i did and i did


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