I smother you with poems you take up space
I sit on my loins my brain cells trace
You are in my mind like the thought has been
I lived in a doublewide now i want a RV that's tin
I want to take a dip with you now that you're my claim
Turn our pic into a photograph in several frames
1 for my sis i know she cares
She's not a priss but a tiny bear
A social worker like you i am her cub
In our house we lived we had an antique tub
It came out Winder's 100 year old hotel
That whole house did it all was swell
i love you,
dee
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