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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Lolita's Revenge

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Hey, Mister, come on by
I may even flash some thigh
Hey, baby, look at me
I know what you want to see
I can play the innocent
Until all your money's spent
I don't think you'll call my bluff
Because you can't get enough
Little school girl's really hot
You think you might have a shot
Ha!, you're older than my dad
How pathetic, really sad
I might even call your wife
Go f--- off now, get a life!

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