October 24, 2009 2:57 AM
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Rarely in the right place, at the right time We are excelling in our fields, running stupid as we like In search of perfection Embodying our wig Ingesting a whole lot of ice cream So I said, "I don't believe we've met" And you replied, "You're right" "But," I said, "I thought we were blood relatives" "No," you said, "You just let me in" "Nothing can take your place," I said "Are you a mod or a rocker, and when did you grow out of it?," you asked "I'm a professional," I said "So you're scared with exactitude," you said "I like my friends," I said "Then you do have a shadow," you said Outside, the birds creak, another computer crashes silently into the soft, wet, kind earth |
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