Paolo and I never agree. He insistin’ Nina Simone’s cover of “See-line Woman” tops my
wail and moan. I differ; hey, the
way Feist do it measures up some.
Paolo gets to turning red, black, and
green. Gets to so he ready to
throw his bile in a pile. Paolo gets
me up to confess his hump number ain’t much noise, not like music that
hurts. My woman walk in like piano
solo stuck in her hips. Good
reason her name Inspiration. Whew! She wreck my days! Then his lady walk up; she called
Silence. So of curse we gotta get
up to assessing the She-ass. Ugly
start when Paolo kicks the trap drum down the fire escape.
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