Wild Thing

Wild Thing – you make my heart break.

Wild Thing – I cannot be this sane.

Wild Thing – I hate you and am down with that.

Wild Thing, you moved me.

Wild Thing – come on and torque me tight.

You kill me.

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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