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The Journal of A. Paige White Yeah, I know it's quite brutal, brutal eyes
04/24/2009 02:02 p.m.
Not sure if I'm going to try to dr. on this and make a poem out of it or not...
I'm still a bit too pissed off.
You insisted on dressing me in a Holly suit
So don’t be surprised it’s her winter
That’s growing in my eyes
The sticky part about dressing me in a Holly suit
It’s growing to be and going to be the thorn in your side
Where that rib bone used to be
When I’m living in a Holly suit
It’s easier to bury you, oops, berry you
In a most fitting Ronnie disguise, and bake a sugar pie
Your turn, try him on for size for a while
Come on…
don’t be shy
Oh dear, I’m so sorry but this Holly suit really restricts
My ability to love you while your wearing a Ronnie disguise
Look on the bright side, it’s double the pleasure
Of all the songs by John Prine!
Forgive me dear, I can’t sing in this Holly suit
and Ronnie in your eyes
It’s frosty in a Holly suit
As yet, no forecast for a thaw
And these eyes are full of ice
And darling, that’s no disguise
For sure, an I love you note after 3 days of nothing
Is a class A Ronnie thing to do
Congratulations, you won the prize!
You wear him very well.
So here’s your “HI” from Holly, darlin’
And your welcome straight from hell.
It’s a shame you couldn’t dress my love in a Holy suit instead.
Cause the Holly collar smothered it, there’s no pulse
I think it might be dead.
I am currently Brooding
I am listening to a phone that quit ringing
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