Tell me about burning,
Open-hearted sandwhiching.
Ask me whose bread I butter
Sinfully and sincerely. Seriously,
Tonight we're counting
Every pin on the head of an angel,
Rabbit, Angel Bunny, Puppy Puppy.
Leave it to the beavers to crash
Over the trees. Let's sit here
Vehemently in love. Let's drink,
Eat toast, and laugh about salvation.
-- Christa M. Forster, 2007
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