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talk about money sure ain't funny what catches me most would most certainly garner a toast.. here's to you baby walk that walk from coast to coast.. strut that stuff.. It's you I'm thinkin' of.. Angora sweaters.. I have a sweet penchant' for.. Nail you to the floor.. Just like you knew I would.. Naughty naughty.. I caught you standing there grinning.. If only your mother knew.. the things teacher didn't teach in school.. Madcap laughter ringing in my ears.. loneliness and leather and a single solitary salty tear.. there is no cure.. only stances and unknowning glances.. seen through the cracked mirror.. of ancient Roman times.. When Caligula and Drusilla.. drank the leaden wines of madness.. and spawned forth a new age of sadness..oh,how the God's doth cry..where were you when they kissed the sky? By Rick Weber October 9, 2011 copywritten ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Vote for this poem
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