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My sciatica will get better
I'll keep writing this letter
Sending out for the world to see
Just how much you played me

Payer, player, shorty hurter
You have her, you flirt her
Not this one here
'Cuz I don't care

Now I know I can be fly
Grow some wings say goodbye
Away from the plays of you
Where you say I'm all you do

So you do it and then shut me down
Out of me comes poet's sound
On the shores of electronica breaking
Easing the pain of this poet who's aching.

9/25/2007 1750 cj

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