O. C. Woods (08/05/1981 / Rouhling)
29th September 2012
Black lipstick and white powder to celebrate
number 33, remembered by many at extraordinary rate
get away weekend to let go the Tyger inside
or miss the love of me life three never escaping tides
Dead Silence on the way over dear Charles
I know we won't regret our presences, the wicked costumes!
Impatience is a naughty woman
she's always whispering 'come on...give in..'
can I try and teach the kids not to?
now I come to party in gold with friends and you.
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