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The city adores you
the women celebrate you
and the men, well,
they shake your hand to be polite.
You have the run of the town
as if you were married to it
and it were molten
to the caresses of your
large, gentle man-hands

Has anybody ever told you
I fall in love with places
like they are people?
It’s one of those many quirks
they found in my
uhh, attic
Isn’t it fitting that I
could be jealous of a place,
as well?
wait till the shrinks hear it

well at least,
I know my rival’s name

still I won’t write it on your Wall
for all of Sacramento to feast on
.

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