Melinda

Tell me where the data points and where to ship my eastern palms.

Family planning and a woman's body ubiquitously long arms

Close around your loped conceptions and our cash.

How do you solve a problem like ambition, Melinda?

I’ve been caught in the risen gypsy fields, I didn't mind.

I’ll let the world blush itself to ashes, if the data says.

I told you the thermometers break every November.

This year the mercury dried up so there may not be

Anyway for us to put the whole thing to whole again.

Let everyone say they could see ahead after the fact.

They are all lies anyway. What drives the message is

The numbers and what drives the numbers is me and you.

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