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The Man From 237

A memory from several years ago...

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Yes I covet my neighbor's wife
but I don't covet my neighbor's life.
He lies, he steals,
and makes dirty deals,
but oh how I shiver when his girlfriend squeals.

If only our walls were thicker, I wouldn't have to know.

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::::: | Posted Tuesday, Feb 20 2007 at 11:09 PM
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