ran 8 miles of milk
to feed at your teat and bake
things just right for the cake
held fast to the rail
of the speeding, young plane
for the chances the engineer'd take
lost all self-denial
at a librarian's house
staring three pool tables deep
wrote a lookingglass note
on a tooth by her head
after lingering long in her sleep
crossed the country to pray
and the mission to dance
with the cops on my heels the whole way
but i never found words
like the ones that you said
or the ones that I want you to say
Chris Yvon
7 years ago
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