There’s nothing at all Jason Mraz about this, it’s just fun. (Not that Mraz isn’t fun, but I don’t want to drag his good name down with horny skeleton poetry.)
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Cemetary Blues
Limbs rattling, and teeth clenched, a skeleton
wonders who he can lay down with. While
there is nothing to erect, consciousness
of sex and urges still remain in his
bones…
Looks like someone today will be, so thanks to all of the first 9,999 for making that possible.
