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hallawayjoe Andyland 2010-02-22 4:23 PM good old days Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) |
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The good old days I burned all your letters Onto my thumb drive Then wore your underwear Over my face for a spell Our relationship took a left turn At Chappaquadick but you Always swerved right fondly Reminiscing of Hitler’s bar mitzvah. Now we sit on the porch blind In our rocking chairs me with my playboy And petroleum jelly, you with your knitting needles And heroin stash, two old farts Waxing nostalgic for the more Innocent days of our youth When our parents took us out To the woodshed and made love To us, madly, tenderly, lovingly, amen. |
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