dearest miss pham,
when are we going to jam?
you know i miss playing games,
wishin' everything remained the sames...
no more uno,
no more skipping.
no more reversing,
no more flipping...
cards over from the deck,
tryin to get ma hand in check
neverending quest to have no mores
while you keep layin down draw fours
so sup, what's the word, when can i bask in your presence?
i mean, damn son, i haven't even seen your new place of residence!
maybe go for a drink or a dinner so hot and candlelit,
or we can even just drive around and scream "HELMET!!"
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