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Poem To A Horse
You're too far to bring you close
And too high to see below
Just hangin' on your daily dose
I know you never needed anyone
But the rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
With your hydroponic pot
Start out playing with yourself
You get more fun within your shell
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse
You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain
With your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've other things to do
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
But you're so in love with yourself
If I say my heart is sore
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
So I won't repeat it no more
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So I won't repeat it no more
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore
But you're so in love with yourself
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
So I won't repeat it no more
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore
But you're so in love with yourself
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
I wish you luck but I've other things to do
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I bet you'll find someone like you
With your hydroponic pot
Feed your empty brain
And quit before you sweat a drop
You keep on aiming for the top
Than reading poems to a horse
If it's just the same or even worse
So what's the point of wasting all my words
'Cause to talk to you is harder work
Or drive a cab in New York
I rather eat my soup with a fork
So I won't repeat it no more
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
If I say my heart is sore
But you're so in love with yourself
I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
You get more fun within your shell
Start out playing with yourself
With your hydroponic pot
Feed your empty brain
And quit before you sweat a drop
You keep on aiming for the top
How can you give what you don't have
But the rolling papers for your grass
I know you never needed anyone
Just hangin' on your daily dose
And too high to see below
You're too far to bring you close
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| PPoem TTo AA HHorse |
| oem o orse |
| oPem oT A oHrse |
| 0oem fo z jorse |
| 0Poem fTo zA jHorse |
| P0oem Tfo Az Hjorse |
| loem 5o q uorse |
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| lPoem 5To qA uHorse |
| Ploem T5o Aq Huorse |
| ooem ho s norse |
| oPoem hTo sA nHorse |
| Pooem Tho As Hnorse |
| yo w borse |
| Pem yTo wA bHorse |
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| Peom Tyo Aw Hborse |
| Pkem 6o x gorse |
| Pkoem 6To xA gHorse |
| Pokem T6o Ax Hgorse |
| P9em go yorse |
| P9oem gTo yHorse |
| Po9em Tgo Hyorse |
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| P0em ro Hoorse |
| rTo Hrse |
| Po0em Tro Hrose |
| Plem Too Hkrse |
| T Hkorse |
| Polem To Hokrse |
| Piem Tk H9rse |
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| Pioem Tko H9orse |
| Poiem Tok Ho9rse |
| Poeem T9 H0rse |
| Pom T9o H0orse |
| Pome To9 Ho0rse |
| Posm T0 Hlrse |
| Posem T0o Hlorse |
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| Poesm To0 Holrse |
| Po3m Tl Hirse |
| Po3em Tlo Hiorse |
| Poe3m Tol Hoirse |
| Pofm Ti Horrse |
| Pofem Tio Hose |
| Poefm Toi Hosre |
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| Porm Hodse |
| Porem Hodrse |
| Poerm Hordse |
| Po4m Ho4se |
| Po4em Ho4rse |
| Poe4m Hor4se |
| Podm Hogse |
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| Podem Hogrse |
| Poedm Horgse |
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