Open A Door, Donna Kuhn

OPEN A DOOR

i got the loot, the louse, suck the im your blenders
u look like u might, i draw the line to touch
the talkative slats of love, lord

u were really born as i was lorn, forlorn partner

the couch which keeps a lovesick languish

i remember nothing lost, u jet doea parcel of doe
marbles in the ocean
im a dishonest koala

go away, im a type of writer

he leaves my thigh and u make me tired for knitting the soviet government

people keep the kremlin lacking a heart like holes in lacrosse
your fish lottery is in the kitchen
they want coffee and i dont

i've got my goods, my excellent beans
significant braches, one side of i try to

dont want my intense anything, theres medicine

you're getting the fact of world parrots
desolate the love seat, it seats two

i remember nothing burns
losing your way, low not high
oh claire, u land below under the normal

(Copyright (C) Donna Kuhn 2005)