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02/06/2011
So, take this thin broken down circus clown reject and give her the name of a queen. Don’t I know her from the mezzanine? She didn’t look like no princess to me but with the proper words bestowed; And with her morning shoot and her evening clothes. Don’t call her a prostitute – She ain’t one of those just call her a proper little statue come unfroze.
The Night Has A Yellow Gray Glow It's As Though The Whole World's My Halo 