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That what-not shall not
Be passing my lips I warrant you
Will know I was just shuffling my feet
And then you swayed along with dance
Steps - that is everything in a train
As if I were drunk in charge of your love
Which you could mistake for you
Are not her or you are not him or her
But I am the clothes I'm standing up in
When you had said no phone calls at work
Against which I daren't chalk up
This email herein for your attention
From Painted, Spoken No 4 (2002)