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Sunday, June 19, 2005

Political Romance

A rose falls to the floor for a bit from his lips, when you move to hold it, it dries up at the tip.
Take a gander at this parchment piece its a fact, its my love its the truth I was caught in the act.
Fortune, fame, and fruitless gain are all he’ll ever mean. It's a scene to be seen with his words so pretty.
And just like the president when you want to reach him you cant cuz he's gone. Vote for me!

(It’s amazing)
How far we will go, to pretend that we know
(who we are. what we want.)
Amazing.
(It’s so gruesome)
How close that they dance, congressmen and romance
(when loves not what you’ve got.)
So gruesome.

# posted by Zort @ 4:10 AM ::


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