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wings off a butterfly by Charlie Morganoh, it's changead a tad, this life of mine;
at 14 once drank orange ex-tract for a high.
[still searching for that high].
then tip-toeing on the edge of right.
i was considering to live forever,
too much to do, still; and i hadn't
even been to Fort Worth, New York.
now, my days are measured by what
Doctor i'll see this week; maybe
two. in the distance i hear the theme
song to Gilligan's Island.
my call-list is made-up of Doctors;
is there a guarantee involved?
when i live forever and they die,
do i pay their grandchildren?
i want to be fair, tit for tat.
05/24/2011 Posted on 05/24/2011 Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
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