Drifting now before I’m drifting:
Oh, Frank O’Hara, my new girlfriend, sanctified
Like a long legged mailman for awhile:
I will worship you good, go down on you for lunch,
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'but it wasn't supposed to end like this' You can carve those words in stone for the age as yet unbred.