Jay ties his hair in a bun,
He rides his bike 'round town,
And when the wind blows,
He's more than free -
But then he comes home late,
Takes off his tie and sneakers,
To wear the red dress from mother's drawer
And Jay - she's no longer free
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Mrs. Allegory
Random"I love you, but only when she's away." A sentence. A phrase. Or even a word. "It's more than just a story, it's Life itself." A collection of Mrs. Allegory's stories that captures time and reality.
