Roll with the Punchlines

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I stroke my hair and brush it on down
I may be his fool, but I’m no clown
With each key stroke – he loves me
With each brush stroke – he loves me
All of his movies – I’ve got ‘em memorized
I love the way he keeps me tantalized
I suppose it is real -I suppose it is love
It lifts me way up to the clouds above
As the pen circles my lips – I can’t deny this bliss
And when my teeth nervously bite down
I’m laughing my way to the ground
As I stir up my tea with honey – sweet ambrosia
Thoughts say, ‘Is he thinking of me?’ (He knows you!)
I let it be known time and time again -over and over, my love
I’m so into you that I’ll never be blue
He’s caught the runaway bride
She rides the high tide
Surfing the web as we lie together
Making more cyber babies of art
Nobody can buy at K-mart!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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