Bring It Home

Bring it on home to me
Bring your sweet love home to me
Where my love for you has never really left
It has just rotted away in the trash can where you left it
Must not have been Thursday for years now
I don't hear the trash truck come by anymore
The neighbors have begun to complain about the smell
But I don't smell a thing
I walk by it every day and smile
Say hi to it, ask it when it's coming back inside
It doesn't talk of course
It's a rotten, moldy, pile of discarded love
The fruit flies though, can't get enough of it
It's so sweet

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