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MID CYBER SUMMER SOLITAIRE Nightfall They walk past in tee-shirts jeans Short skirts and holding hands The Beautiful South with traces of Cohen Can't shut my window Far too hot Here in your own skirt with your hands on my face You loved me through the shortest night Even remember you leaving Surprised Still Cohen the South that pillow The computer screen Simple click and those cards move they simply move Keeping that window so open Too sweaty too full of gripping hands in love Short skirts I feel like home And your belly grows with your ugly spouse I ask just ask Easy. He's always sauced I know. Green lights the modem that rodent that window The phone and wonderfully alone I simply click away Through the data personal the mesh of delete available You're there And If they ask I'll just pretend God I'll swear It's solitaire George Owczarski July 1999