Tommy Whisenhunt

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Watching clock dials,
And bare bleach walls
I'm treading tiles
Anticipation; i'll play ball
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Floating in, it's late in the night
She props up, her hair is a fright
Those brilliant gems and that BIG GRINN
There's always a grinn
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Summertime
Belgian White; nights ardor
It's perfect; refined
And never a bore
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I transferred through the minerals of the earth
When I arrived they called it a birth
It was with great talent and a bit of girth
Someone whispered and said I had worth
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