i'm crawling in Fairydust,
Apprehended by the scent of my
Tall cigar,
wondering and waiting for the day
he'll smile,
(as i'm)
wailing on my sailboat
for luxury suites,
and bars.
Love handles.
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Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!” THOMAS PARKE D’INVILLIERS.
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