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April 17, 2005

Ignorance Is Bliss

Darting in and out of social circles
I find a chair at your door
The terrible ogre that lives there
Turns beautiful through glasses' gaze
Don't try to take them or I'll turn my head;
Though I'll never turn my back.
I want to hold you sexually close
But I dare not gamble this friendship I have
For momentary pleasure followed by
Permanent regret
So you simply choose to think
I don't care
And I don't stop you.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 07:58 PM