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when the armies of suitors
come to knock down her doors
their faces a blur of confusion
and emotional chaos
she will run away and hide
in her cellar with her booze
and her favorite plants
and stare into the darkness
towards the cellar entrance
and wait with wild eyes
for the armies to track her down
and worship her slippers once more
she hates to like it so
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aim at
mrbigfoo,
distracted with his shoes untied. |
