The river flows
sometimes down stream
with ebbs and flows
like morning dreams
I hate cigarettes
with all my passion
you smoke anyway
dumbass
I like beer
you like wine
I am happy
at times you whine
If we travel
out the door
we'll see plenty
we'll see more
You wear purple
to entice
I wear blue
because it's nice
Shift your weight
upon the sand
you'll sink in
impressions grand
When we mingle
with the strangers
all inhibitions
succumb to dangers
Some guys are fags
and they hate women
too bad for them
this won't rhyme
When we show up
to make the scene
our hearts are full
our makeup clean
She cut my hair
it fell to the floor
afraid to look
I'll grow more
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