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| What Lennon, Kerouac, Dylan, and Fitzgerald One Day Did Share |
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| Out of the blue |
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| The LSAT whiz kid came to me |
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| And blew away life's drudgery |
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| Blue Devil non-sorority girl |
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| With the bluest of eyes |
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| That do far more than see |
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| That are far more exquisite |
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| Than the deepest blue sea |
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| They see with perception |
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| Insight and foresight |
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| Twinkling and laughing |
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| Fireworks exploding like spiders |
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| Across the sky in a dream spreading |
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| A safety net web in a construction zone |
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| Stuck in the midst with a |
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| Vision thing seeing no way out |
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| Because I was way too far in |
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| To even notice where I was. I note |
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| The only one to notice my new glasses |
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| Keen enough to see |
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| I'm not what I write |
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| 5 & 7 quarters Gardetto's snack mix |
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| Sesame seed pretzels carefully |
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| Removed counted and shared |
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| Highlight to an ordinary humdrum day |
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| My favorite apartment leasing angel |
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| Who can deliver an eviction notice |
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| With a kindly knock and a smile |
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| If you'll be my Natalie Portman |
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| I'll be your Matt Damon |
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| Reborn with a renewed identity |
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| If you be my mini-driver |
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| I'll be a loyal listener and friend |
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| A tadpole with a clue or two |
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| If I only had a shiny Porsche |
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| Then I could be more than a Lisa |
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| You always meant far more to me |
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| Than the girl next door |
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| I knew you knew that |
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| And you didn't have to stick |
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| Hooya! in my face |
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| Even if you wore a visible black bra |
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| It's ten gallon Tuesday |
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| A far cry from Slider Thursday |
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| I never tasted your Paella |
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| Out of line drunken flicking comment |
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| But the cookie you shared |
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| Made my day if not summer if not life |
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| Your warehouse dream you also shared |
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| Scared me because it wasn't ketchup |
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| A friend in need is a friend indeed |
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| Gaily revealed life explaining events |
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| If you try and be my Liz Phair |
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| I'll try and be your Ike Reilly |
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| Sandra & Bob driving down Mulholland Dr. |
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| Like a contemporary Gatsby and Daisy |
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| How could/did you get through? |
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| When that hasn't been an option |
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| For others for a decade or so |
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| Scorpio sphinx in a calico dress |
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| A summer lunch at the History Center |
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| With Mexican music filling the air |
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| And we could always be comfortable |
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| With a silent moment or two |
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| I know and lament Tara dear |
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| You'll never again be so near |
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| But you'll always have that |
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| Special place inside my soul |
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| Because you have such a great heart |
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| That won't always be our secret |
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