Its Not A Conspiracy, A Theory Nixon - Poem by Brooke Zielinski
Watergate aint got shit on this
Last words for a night that dell asleep last one my love.
I love that poem by neruda- about his dog.
Good thing Charlie Brown is here.
You leave me alone in body, no not in mind. Though I want all!
Our dog, yeah swayin tale n all.
He licked the tears from my face with his
Puppy dog breath, somehow captured from his youth-
Restore not Lenore
Give me my fickle fascination.
I'll give you a wife and kids
So tegther, oh weza hapy pa
Now pleaze rescume dorozthy
Isn't dis a good enough resume.
From silly Sally?
Psss- How do I get into the In crowd? Am I still banished? Can I join, or are you enjoying yourself way to much for my touch? ?
PPPsssssssSS- Love the thought of your suit, dam now that, my fickle fucling lucker that is courtroom tasste. B ought time you caught up, its not the 090z anymere. And frankly this 80'z gurl hated the clothez of that era.
Love the prezidents wife.
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