Jack Spicer's Magic

topic posted Sun, January 16, 2005 - 4:30 PM by  Brandon
Magic

Strange, I had words for dinner
Stranger, I had words for dinner
Stranger, strange, do you believe me?

Honestly, I had your heart for supper
Honesty has had your heart for supper
Honesty honestly are your pain.

I burned the bones of it
And the letters of it
And the numbers of it
That go 1,2,3,4,5,6,7
And so far.

Stranger, I had bones for dinner
Stranger, I had bones for dinner
Stranger, strange, strange, did you believe me?



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More from/on Spicer:
wings.buffalo.edu/epc/authors/spicer/
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Spicer
posted by:
Brandon
Portland

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