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October 14, 2003
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Rec’d 9/12:

Ode to Traffic Whore

Traffic Whore Traffic Whore

Why do you play with my heart

You tell me to yield

You tell me to stop

You tell me when to start

With your shiney chrome whistle

And you gloves so pearly white

Like the Referie

At a Heavyweight Championship, „This one is for the title!‰,

Automobile fight

„Come on!‰

„Stop!‰

„Let‚s Go!‰

„NO! NO! NO! NO!‰

„YOU GOT A PROBLEM? THEN GET OUT!‰

You Shout about but „GET OUT‰?

You challenge me to what?

A fight at the light because I honk at the man on the right and question your might pissed off my wife like without you there is no life. CHRIST!

Traffic Whore Traffic Whore

Why do you play with my heart?

Paul M. Clary

September 12, 2003