| Our love makes me ill. The lighter you gave me has no gas And the short poem I wrote is now crass. Do we want them to? Love in small doses titillates But it feeds off the heart. (February 2001) Copyright �2002 Olivier Serrat |
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| Our love makes me ill. The lighter you gave me has no gas And the short poem I wrote is now crass. Do we want them to? Love in small doses titillates But it feeds off the heart. (February 2001) Copyright �2002 Olivier Serrat |
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