Thursday, May 13, 2010

But All For Your Pleasure Comments

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My fingernails are dirty,
And I am sweating pot bellied on my love seat:
I cannot hear the song birds,
Alma, but my grandfather wrote my mother a poem for
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Robert Rorabeck
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Robert Rorabeck

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