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Infinite Crises


 

 
Twas a Thursday met my lover
Wanted she to me appease
And retreat to bed with grace and ease
Til after sunrise this night and some other
Parchesi and pot, her, I, and her mother
Then fly for a visit upon a breeze
Then that time with the bugs that weren't fleas
Till the one where it all fell to the gutter

Could this love among any others rank
Mem'ries in heart of mine or artichoke
Something left under my bed, a bra
The fun we had in "the nookie chair"
The way my hands fit upon her flank
Most disast'rous love worlds ever saw
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