He seems so fawn of me
Can't he see
Baby it's not meant to be
I may listen to what you say
But coming up one day
Your going to have to stay away.
You've gotta learn
To take your turn
Don't let it burn
I know its hard
It's like a Hallmark card
It's like your colon has been ruptured.
So don't let it go
To slow
Push it away towards the show
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem