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An old story It’s hard being in love with fireflies. I have to do all the pots and pans. When asked to parties they always wear the same color dress. I work days, they punch in at dusk. With the radio and a beer I sit up doing bills, jealous of men who’ve fallen for the homebody stars. When things are bad they shake their asses all over town, when good my lips glow.  ...

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