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2002-05-16 | 6:29 p.m. corduroy licorice was taken by storm. she was his favorite superhero. *** i wish i had musical talents. it seems there are some things, some feelings, that can only be expressed through songs. some emotions tap into a secret realm that can only be accessed through the indefinable, pixie dust-generating, heart-wrenching, booty-shaking ear voodoo that is music. no, i can't write music, but i can fake it with lyrics. which puts me in mind of a honky tonk song that i just made up for you folk. i hope you like it mighty fine. thanks to gnoll for helping to inspire the idear (not through his behavior, mind you). "hold it, there" i walked into a bar one night a young boy at the bar he looked a bit underage to me wanna dance? he queried how old are you, boy? i asked back at the bar, we raised a toast next thing, he was asleep on the bar i asked the barkeep for a pen nice try, boy, i wrote him |
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