The best thing
Is as fine as sin;
Behind the glass
Is a fantastic glance.
I wish to canvass
For her bee frass;
Behind the glass,
Ferried sugar bypass…
Without guns,
I made plans;
Behind the glass
I got a brass;
From the bullets
In daydreams
Behind the glass
Is a lady of class.
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