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I haven't been called that in months
and I really can't wait as the years speed by,
sending my hair to hide my face
as we wander
on the windswept plains of your brow.

I really don't want to be here
and I'm more then a little in the mood for something larger than a 6 inch
so let's tip-toe to the tree fort
and play doctor after lunch.

The world is wet today
and I'm envious;
I stopped bleeding yesterday
and I need something to keep me moist.

So where are you when I am throbbing?
I'll whisper your name and maybe you'll come running
after I promise to meet you half way
between my place and the parking lot
so we can skip on down to the red light districts
and have our ounce of fun.