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Jan 11, 2004 20:36

it smelled pretty rank there in your shadows,
when you let one rip right in my face,
you were content to let me find out the hard way.
whats that behind your big ole fat behind?
but you never said hey pull my finger,
and what in the hell you'd had to eat?
youd knock the feathers right off an eagle
because you are the wind beneath my sheets.
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