If she told me were through
I swear I'd die
Couldn't live without her
That's for sure
Or maybe
If she told me it was over
I'd go climb in a hole
And cover up with a rock
Yeah; a rock
Or maybe
If she told me to forget it
I'd cry the night on
I'd become dehydrated
Shrivel up like a prune
Or maybe
If she said that she wished we never had happened
I'd tell her she was wrong
And go and date
Possibly her best friend
Or maybe
If she broke all the promises
I'd lose all sanity
Ride the padded wall
And screw society
Or maybe
If she returned the ring
I'd recycle it
Forget her
And live on
But screw the maybe's
I'm always hers
Or maybe
--written 1996
Conversations with my body in the first trimester of pregnancy
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1. Body/morning sickness: Hey.
Katie: Oh, no.
B: HEY! Heeeyyyy, are we at Stake Conference? (a church meeting- this was
at a Saturday evening session)
...
1 year ago
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