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Old Glitter and Flipflops
OLD GLITTER AND FLIP FLOPS
I dont quite fit
the cracks between your toes.
The glitter slides around the eyes
lies in the corner of truth
words we shared
rub my feet sore now.
No more lippy on my cheek
and hugs in the dark
a camp lark
down the mike
Im sure you don't
even like me.
A poke on facebook would be nice,
if not ru...
Friday 10th June 2011 10:55 am
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