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by Don1

Here we are at the hotel of Angel, queen of the smooth lovineer

Why we are here is a question of note and the answer is equally queer

It is said that the way that you sponge down a horse is as wrong as the walk up to Ripley’s

And when dongles are used in the quest of a hope you may find yourself up against pixies

Now smell up the sun and enlighten your dress with a dash of les bons temps rouler

And forgive all the dogs that howl at the curls from the noise of your beautiful hair

They’re not curls atall they are musical notes, if I listen I hear them quite gladly

And so nervous I am, see I’m talking this mess because I just want you so badly

© Don1 2013


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