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sims

i wish i were a Sim.
working the sims home,
kissing the sims job,
flirting in the sims life.

how willful of the sim
seeming only to live in the moment.
love in the moment
*sigh* in the moment.
knowing only the moment.

when all is sim said and sim done
they sleep in the sim beds
take care of the sims kids
and party in their cut little sim homes 
woo hooin' all over the sim place
and buyin all the sim stuff they can afford

oh, why cant i be a sim?
to have a sim life would mean so much to me
swimming in a sim pool
with a hot sim guy
sitting in a sim yard 
under a sim umbrella
drinkin a sim soda

and in the end of it all
shal i die a sim death?
eletricuted by the dishwasher,
or burned by some sim stranger cooking in my house?
or maybe i shal drown
and to be mourned by my sim relatives
would bring much peace
or to haunt them for forgetting me
that is satisfactory ,too.
Posted: 2006-02-02 14:05:38 UTC

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