New money, suit and tieI can read you like a magazine

I could show you incredible thingsMagic, madness, heaven, sinSaw you there and I thought"Oh, my God, look at that faceYou look like my next mistakeLove's a game, wanna play?" Ay

Nice to meet you, where you been?

He can't keep his wild eyes on the road,

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of styleYou got that long hair, slicked back, white T-shirtAnd I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirtAnd when we go crashing down, we come back every time'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause IKnow exactly where it leads,

It's been a while since I have even heard from you

Could end in burning flames or paradise

You come and pick me up, no headlightsLong drive

‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’

‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’ We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there.

And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;

One Art

lonely

cold

chronic angers o

slowly I would rise and dress

warm,

wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.

Sundays too my father got up early

No one ever thanked him.

weekday weather made banked fires blaze

weekday weather made banked fires blaze

cracked hands that ached from labor

blueblack cold,

by himself now and laying it gently    against the glass for a lay-up, but losing his balance in the process,    inexplicably falling, hitting the floor

between them without a dribble, without    a single bounce hitting the hardwood until the guard finally lunges out    and commits to the wrong man

in slow motion, almost exactly like a coach’s drawing on the blackboard,

and for once our gangly starting center    boxes out his man and times his jump perfectly, gathering the orange leather    from the air like a cherished possession

and for once our gangly starting center    boxes out his man and times his jump perfectly, gathering the orange leather    from the air like a cherished possession

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