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When we play our charade
We were like children posing
Playing at games
Acting out names
Guessing the parts we play

Oh what a hit we made
We came on next to closing
Best on the bill
Lovers until
Love left the masquerade

Sad little serenade
Song of my heart's composing
I hear it still
I always will
Best on the bill
Charade

Bold the ones that you have done.

flown across the country
been to California
had a crush on someone from another country
met the pope
been a vegetarian/vegan
taken a greyhound out of your state
made a blood brother/sister
slept next to someone you were in love with
shaved your arms
been to a hotel partyslept with more than one person in a given ( Read more... )

So childrens, what's going on ( Read more... )

"There was a frail syrup dripping off his lap danced lapel,
punctuated by her decrepit prowl
she washed down the hatching gizzard soft as a mane of needles.
His orifice icicles hemorrhaged by combing her torso to a pile,
perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse,
She was a mink handjob in sarcophagus heels..."

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