Friday, August 19, 2005

Nor Confetti

It doesn't seem like a rash decision
In fact it seems to be a good idea
I know that we can have precision
Decade, year, month, week, day
Hour, minute, second
Now is never too late
Let's call it a gay wedding
We'll invite the happy freaks
No rice, nor confetti
Just smiles stuck between our teeth

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