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It's Hard To Kiss The Lips
at Night That Chewed
Your Ass Out All Day Long,
If I can't be the number one
then number two on you.
The phone that does not ring
it's always me, as you must know,
I do not miss you as you have
not even gone away (too bad) ,
I liked you much more deeply
before I got to know you well.
And why, my dear, did you run off
with my best friend from school,
I sorely, truly, really miss him,
your teeth are stained from cigarettes
and you look better after just one drink,
so let me say this, only once,
let's honeymoon tonight and I do swear
that you will hear the weddingbells
tomorrow.
Inspired by an e-mail of unknown origin.
Herbert Nehrlich
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