On My Head
I fell. You caught me before I hit the ground. This is no love affair. You simply want to sell me on. I'm not the real thing. But they all say I'm the spit. It's always missing something special. Does it matter as long as I smell nice? I needn't cost the earth. I don't have a label on my head.Just basically interested in finding out what everyone gets from this. Any ideas what I am? Written August 25th, 2001 © on Aug 25 2001 01:45 PM PST, Louise Bell 0 • 10
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"I fell...."