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I know I shouldn't test while I am driving
But I love you so god damn mulch
I've spent this whale car trip just rear icing
I crave your ember lace; your warm, worm touch
You text and drive me crazy, yes it's true
A loon in my car now it's just me, autocorrect and you
Google maps the latitudes
While I text romantic platypus
It's butter living through technology
I knot I shouldn't text whole I am driveling
But I must Congress my feelings to you
Though I'm not entirely sore where I am traveling
I had to make sure my thoughts got trough
Don't you know that love's a dangerous game
When you're going 60 MPH at 80 WPM
Professor my thoughts just clouding wait
Until iPod off the interstate
It's wetter living thr--
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