Conditioned to accept with approval
Stale crumbs of convention
You face the day with low expectations
And are seldom disappointed
By the dross offered up to your face
As if it were the lips of a lover
Stale crumbs of convention
You face the day with low expectations
And are seldom disappointed
By the dross offered up to your face
As if it were the lips of a lover
December 2011
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