I have slept with Three Tonys Three Rickys Two Seans The Tonys are dead The Rickys are gone The Seans are still here Coming and calling Coming and calling I am now in search of A Michael And wondering What happens when One doesn't die And one doesn't leave And one doesn't stayBirth sign: Aquarius
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