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don't let me down, gently..

The Friday sun bears down again As we drive without friends And on these longest days we spend All the time trying to pretend That our stories could be true Our chance to be cool The setting sunset says the day is through If only we knew... And we all sit around here in our home town Listen to the waves as they all crash down And watch the fire as it slowly burns away Glowing embers fly across the sky Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer The world passes by in my summer, our last summer The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer The view from our last summer... We trace the sun across the sky And we laugh till we cry Always so hard to say goodbye (good bye) And we all sit round here in our home town It's so good like this, these are times we'll miss The memories, I hope they'll never fade Glowing embers lie across the sky Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer The world passes by in my summer, our last summer The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other Alive to watch it all, the view through our last summer The view from our last summer... I would stop time to stay with you I would stop time so we don't move I would stop time I would stop time I would stop time to keep you Here by my side, in my summer, our last summer The world passes by in my summer, our last summer The light makes shadows fall, surrounded by each other Alive to watch it all, the view from our last summer

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by modone1966 @ 2008-05-09 - 20:48:12

WOMAN'S POEM

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door,

Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man, who'll make love to my mind,

Knows what to answer to 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me to no end,

And always be my very best friend.

MAN'S POEM

I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac

with huge tits

who owns a liquor store

and a golf course.

This doesn't rhyme

and I don't give a shit.