Tuesday, December 26, 2006

The Door

I tell you not to open up the door
The only thing that I'm waiting for
Is a wife I can adore.

I don't care if the food is seared
If you love me, don't mock my beard
Or think me at all weird.

Behind the door are secrets, true,
But it's also true I love you,
True as my beard is blue.

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