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Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler

Papercuts

as she wrote 'i love you' on his Valentine
it cut her with its edges and she took it as a sign

six years later, he's long gone and she disregards
the papercuts she gets with her anniversary cards

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Lignano

those sweet summer days
we would walk hand-in-hand
swim together in the sunlight
and write our names in the sand

now the sunshine has disappeared
all the skies are gray
i walk alone and watch the waves
wash our names away

i won’t be back next year, my love
and altho we’re out of reach
i will never forget that summer
we will always have the beach

we will always have the beach

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Hairbrush

how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair

i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair

i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
au contraire! au contraire!

or i would wait patiently in my box
until next i would comb the locks
of your hair, of your hair

i would braid it tight, tousle, and tease!
or pull it back in a ponytail, if you please;
if you dare, if you dare

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The Sport Of Kings

I hate the horse races
Except when I'm winning
But it's always a bad sign when
Your horse starts strong and leads
The pack from the gate
He almost always falls behind by the time
He reaches the last straight-away
And the horse that started last
Gallops thru the group like his
Hooves are on fire
While his jockey whips his ass
All the way to the finish line

She left her overnight bag at my place
Where we drank a bit and horsed around
Before we left to meet up with her friends
I paced myself through the liquor cabinet
To be sure I’d be ready for an early morning romp
When we got back home
She had been talking all night to this

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