January 2011
460 posts
Credentials by Ebonnie Karr
To taste the essence of my candy rain
You better come up with your platinum game
I don’t need another man just running up his mouth
Making promises to me he knows nothing about
Calling it a space ship when it’s more like a twig
Saying he can make my bells pulsate and ring
Promising me endless journey’s to faraway places
Fantasies and dreams filled with loads of exclamations
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