There are two things about love that are like the knife
There are berift benefits in a residual kief
Plausible denials about the spear
cloven Ivy to always appear
Location in locamotion to pretense's play
Berift of a swimming pool to hold it's due pay
Lay it on the line is soon coming to it's end
There is something that you should know
That Chaolo used to be my best friend
And that luke cool handed me a rug
to a thousand pound baiter like a pug
Light in the emotional sense of the word
Is direction coming from something not seemingly absurd
To the conventionalism of a detrimental iceberg
I'm a potato chip not a tater taut
To a woman I love on a futon not a cot
While Kid Supreme plays with such roses
That both of them composes
Making father and son friend in the beggining
In a land before recorded time that beseaches all phantoms
Low and behold limbo...
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