I bought a book to read your thoughts.
I bought a harp to pull your strings.
I bought a knife to cut you out.
I bought a plane to find myself.
I bought a house to have an outlet
While hiding behind walls
I never put up.
I bought a lamp, but not a plug.
This could have been enlightening.
I bought a gun to shoot my foot.
- afm
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