Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Dear S-----,

You're my birthday. You're my birthday.
It's coming to take you it's
coming. I wrote this bluesy jingle. So quick.
It almost won a contest. The montage beat me out.
It beat me. I want you I want you to tell me.
It will be okay it will be.
It will be a tiny pie and I love you.

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