Nostalgia

June 30, 2013

Sorry soda pop face!

I'm jetting when the septic hits the spin.

I've got plans in Barcelona,

i'm crooning with Jack the Ripper.

I've heard you got it going on around here,

make a living from the fed.

I'm sure you take it to heart,

when the summer sun makes a part.

A sequel to the holiday

(you came last Christmas)

I was the partridge—

the feather brain girly girl.

I did everything I could to wrap up your presents.

I'm wearing the big red pj's.

I think I hit a reindeer

with your fathers 77'

his headlights gave me a lesson in breathing.

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