Wee hours
No sound about
Only the coolbox`s whispering sound
Inviting sweet melody
To my hungry ear
Oh should I, or should I not....
God, I can`t resist the thought at all
Nice frosty colas, lemonade
Fruit nectar in carton boxes
Then..., maybe some chocolate
Or may be some fresh cream cakes
I got them all from Safeways
Now I remember
All fresh appealing to my tong
My mouth waters at the thought
Oh God should I, or should I not,
But, then again I look and stare
The mirror lies? or I dare
Run away from despaire
I am putting on some extra ballast
In case the wind blows me away
Oh what the heck
Who cares
I`ll have a bite
No one will know, only me and my good mate
That whispers in the dead of the night.
Come join me
Hear my song, and swim in pools of
Pure delight
Oh, God should I, or should I not.
Author notes
Dedicated to all the lovely ladies who can`t help but nibble away.
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you do you become a fat ass and go BLIND in one eye then can't see out of the other eye.
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It's good. I really like the rhythm.
While I can't exactly relate, it's a realistic description of a binge.
Have some applause.
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um could you possibly change the font color or the background it's waay too bright. thank you
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The contrast between the background and the text color is really bad.
This is basically unreadable.
Sorry, but I really think you should change it. -
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Why are you blind
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Why am I blind? It's from that old background you had.
Why? Am I blind? Yes, I am blind. -
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So now that you can read it, what you think of the write
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