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November 14th PDF
November 14th PDF
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November 14th is a story of unrequited love told in My Wildflower Child format. This seventeen poems, one chapter book is perfect for middle aged and new readers as the as the descriptions in this story relate to a person who loves another, but that person loves someone else. This story is for all readers, though.
Chapter 1 November 13th
You got a fast car
That’s why you always get away
And you do
Come by to see me
But still you never stay
Never relax
Or drink some lemonade
Cause you got a fast car
And that’s why you always get away
Just like the other day
When you were crusin’ for a brusin’
And driving in the left lane
Moving mighty fast
Thought for sure
I’d hear a bang
But somehow you maneuvered
And I’m so glad that you are safe
And that you got a fast car
That’s why you always get away
I got a short circuit
But you work it
Out all the time
And call me
Your wirefly
And say I'm better
Than satellite
I'm wirefly
And your what I like
The reason I try
And sometimes
I get scared
I feel so unprepared
Overextended
And overshared
I'm scared
Because I got a short circuit
But you work it
Out all the time
And call me
Your wirefly
And say I'm better
Than satellite
I'm wirefly
And your what I like
Well
I gotta give it to ya
What you got
Is technique
And I can see it in your work
When you work
You strategy
It's so unique
The way you plan it out
You run about
For me
Just to get the job done
And it's so unique
So complete
And I can see it in your work
When you work
You strategy
And I gotta give it to ya
What you got
Is technique
It's a hot hot potato
But I won't let it go
Burnt me on my hands
On my hands
I let it show
That it's a hot hot potato
But I won't let it go
Toss it back and forth
And in the air
Just to hold it again
Three times in a row
I know
That you know
It's a hot hot potato
But I won't let it go
Burnt me on my hands
On my hands
I let it show
I want a slow jam
Whoa now
Watch the way
It spreads around
Like a slow jam
Whoa now
When you slow it down
I'm so delighted
Excited
And I ain't even
Trying to fight it
Deny it
Or keep it inside
Like chunky jelly
In my belly
And rarely
Would I choose that
I want a slow jam
Whoa now
Watch the way
It spreads around
Like a slow jam
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