by Ivan Saldarriaga
I can picture myself hugging a Jasmine,
Jogging around town with a Holly,
Dancing the night away with a Strawberry,
But I just can't see much love for a Lovage.
I would play board games with a Ginger,
Cross the Mexican border to be with a Cinchona,
Read Damien in bed with a Damiana,
But only dull times loom for me and Dill.
I could see myself checkin out a "Rosehips",
getting in a barfight with a butch truckdriver named Mace, (thinking she was a man)
Meeting the beautiful Asian Mei Yen,
But I only predict pain with a Paprika.
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reminds me of mambo#5 from middle school..."a little bit of monica(?)is all i need, a little bit of sandra in the sun..."
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