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→ Jan 2012
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Mauverneen by John Jackal

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Mauverneen

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Remember New York?  I held your hand in mine.  And tracing your breathing.  Tossed pennies by the Hell Gate Bridge to the cold dull steel of the Amtrac rails.  

And if my blood was fire.  This world would be gasoline.  And when I told you ‘I’m fine.’  I  think that you know that I mean ‘I’m trying to be.’   

Hey Mauverneen I think I love you like crazy.  

12/18/09

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