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12:00, or so says the microwave
The cat is rubbing against my legs
Feed him anymore, he�ll drag across the floor
Coffee in the maker? I�m a happy girl!
Light another cigarette and drift with the tunes
Coming out of small speakers, my little saving grace
Just to hear those vibes puts a smile on this face
Is the water still cold? I don�t need to be reminded
My patience flows with the nature of things
Sometimes I wish I could just grow wings
And fly out of this constriction you call a home
Never knew the definition, but someday I�ll know�
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-Copyright �2000�K.�Monge'
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