Category : Poems

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1
Table not set.
Stove cold Scentless, 
Round sink Not even wet.
Chairs them Push in til
Thin Air Cant Even ge-t thru,
To You the  fact that 


(CHORUS)
I am in Love with 
Your Dinner Woman.
Fla-me bé the
Late Dinner Woman.
It is Time for You 
Set the Plate,
Unless Tables Turned.
My Dinner Woman 
Free Your worries I Stare a 
Lit Candle Lip Reading 
That Din-ner Is Woman 
And I’ll Pull out the Chairs.


2
With a bit  of Lip 
The Grace said of.
In I little brief
I pray light it up.
With a Bit of With
Warm Licks of Love.
Tongue tips of Cold 
Ice Cool Whip my Love.
And with a chick-in grip I’ll 
Eat It up then You will see
Just  what I’m made 
Of As I’ll open up


(CHORUS)
I am in Love with 
Your Dinner Woman.
Fla-me bé Chick
In Dinner Woman.
It is Time for You 
To set the Plate,
Unless Tables Turned.
My Dinner Woman.
Free your worries I Stare a
Lit Candle Lip reading 
That Dinner You Woman 
And I’ll Pull out the Chairs.


3
I won’t over Salt Nothing 
needing to  See in something 
to Put Mi pepper in I can’t 
believe The Under Wares Thick 
Air cant even get thru.
Table not set.
Stove cold Scentless, 
Round sink Not even wet.
Chairs them Push in til
Thin Air Cant Even ge-t thru,
To You the  fact that 


(CHORUS)
I am in Love with 
Your Dinner Woman.
Fla-me bé the
Late Dinner Woman.
You set the Plate,
Unless Tables Turn.
It is Time for 
My Dinner Woman.
Free your worries I
Stare as a lit Candle 


Record 69
Musical chairs.