The Love Doves Hit the Window / I'm Suing Windex
I'm not sure how long we'll keep it up:
We always seem to fight.
In the morning I say 'Get up, pup! '
Followed by well earned plight.
I spend my days now, counting the tears,
As they drip down my cheeks.
No, the end now won't be long I fear,
We've been at it for weeks.
All ultimatums we've made have passed,
They came then left their sparks,
A flame ignited when they were gassed,
Now we're just charcoal marks.
Percy Flage
(March 31,2011)
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