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Would I were a sandal strap, I feel I'd be either tied too tight Or too loose; I've been ruined by fantastic tales Of Mother Goose... In a room In a basement In a house In a neighborhood In a city In a state In a country In a world In a universe, I dwell on love-- Like a hand in winter Chilled for a glove. But my interests are specific, My size an 8 or 9 (maybe 10); It must be able to fit And cause comfort along the road, For I have dreams to uphold... --How I go through motions While my lips stay so cold. |