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Three halves in one whole,
Two thirds sin and half as old,
Grey hands still grip the same,
Painted fingers,
now the grips gone lame.
I want you to beg for me,
It's just my age thats changed,
I want you to beg for me,
You still laugh like a child,
I want you to beg for me,
(You still write the line)
(You still ride the lion)
Why won't you beg for me?
I want you to beg....
(Two pensioned angels,
where will they meet,
it's all this tension in release.)
Edible,
I was into it,
Eaten up and force fed,
You can beg yourself,
stupid,
My knees are gone,
Worn through and torn out of place,
Intubate,
Swallow,
Hold me,
Mop my brow,
Crashing like Plates.
Pension plans,
Mortgages,
It's out of sight,
Out of mind,
I can't help but dance with you!
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