FRIED
I could have baked in the sunshine
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Crisp as a crepe, cranky as rusty wire |
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We could have washed in the creek our sins away and warmed up to my dry sense of humor But here I lie at the end of the day popping pills to avert a tumor. |
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We could have cracked eggs, jokes and problems on the rocks topped off topless sunsets with libations and ice-cream |
Now, after baking on the beach for years |
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