

The Tale of Sarah IvesGather 'round my friends and let me tell The tale of Sarah Ives And how her sweet plush FellaThe Tale of Sarah Ives
Did steal away her eyes
Fella was found one night With stars to light his way While the deviants screamed in fright His face was far too gray
They thought Fella was dead before They saw his silver eyes His smile one they did adore; A laugh like summer skies
Fella was known throughout As a logo fair and true The deviants knew no doubt Of his softn


Cluttered finalI am your platinum Rolex watch Giving you the answers you seek And handled delicately by your worn handsCluttered final
I am your old reading glasses Helping you see the world more clearly And kept safe in the pocket closest to your heart
I am your obsidian Oxford shoes Which squeak every time you put them on But you still shine when they get scuffed
I am your gray Italian hat Which you keep in a smooth wooden box And lovingly stitch up when it gets torn
I am your twenty year old Gaulois cigarettes Which you keep as a reminder of your addiction An


For Your Wedding finalI bought you candle holders.For Your Wedding final
I hope they do not fall; The burning candles, too Igniting the tablecloth
I hope the tablecloth is not flammable; Fire killing the fabric Like your engagement to friendships
I hope the flames do not reach the furniture - Your new family-in-laws gift
For marrying their son
I hope the drapes arent next; and the floor, Consuming the home
That your new husband built Before he put the ring on your finger
I hope you like them.
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The world will tell you who you are until you tell the world.
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The world will tell you who you are until you tell the world.
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The world will tell you who you are until you tell the world.
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Confucius say, No matter where you go; There you are.
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