president of my god president of
the left hand but son of the
right hand and the son of the
father's ghost. cousin of my
friend why can't you smile
last time you called me on the
phone you came with your cup in
your hand you brought this
cup to the fisher but stand off,
only come closer we both are
thirsty poor fool i'll meet you in
the ladies' room 2:00 so you can
cry & not so much for me but fill
this cup and quench your own thirst love

04/03/2002

Posted on 04/03/2002
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