That Saint From Cacutta 61 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
KICK back, like a fossil in the ground.
then cut the cord, and watch that saint
from calcutta, bath you, then give you
back your giggles, and your beatiful smile,
STAND up, then wash her feet, shes a
hero from heaven, not a puppet of this
KICK back, like a fossil in the ground,
and watch that saint from calcutta, bath
you, then give you back your giggles,
and your beatifill smile.
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