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Uses artwork 001.041025 Sam Whitney - USED
POEM
You can’t tell me you don’t give a shit, I saw that look in your eyes.
You can’t tell me that it doesn’t hit, when I say you’re my prize.
I give it all up, just to see you survive.
You tell me I’m good enough, but I don’t Geel it no matter how hard I try.
But maybe you’re right, maybe I shouldn’t lay here and cry.
But just the sight of you makes my mind start to fry.
Your beauty, inside and out, Olive Oyl to my Popeye.