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Spoons are made for stirring coffee
baby not for your nose
she said who died and left you god
who tallied up those votes
I repeat spoons are made for stirring
coffee baby not for your nose
she turned white then threw the knife
tore up my favorite shirt
oh so sorry my love was poison
that gypsy slug said
oh god if I could have that moment back
I'd punch her right in the face
well not that I proffered up too much heart
she landed me rather kinda clever
you see the kind of love in which
she gave is no love at all
it just lasts forever
spice box of life
spice box of life
©2014, Timothy James Swenson