This week-ish, 3/4 of A&P are moving into a new apartment. And it's been a little hectic, and, if you can believe it, I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT PAULA ABDUL (FINALLY) ADMITTING TO A PAST (HA) PAINKILLER ADDICTION! In honor of Paula and her fatty morphine patches, a poem:
"HEY PAULA"
Paul & Paula
(1963)
Hey hey Paula, I wanna marry you.
Hey hey Paula, no one else could ever do.
I've been waiting so long for school to be through,
Paula, I can wait no more for you,
my love, my love.
Hey Paul, I've been waiting for you.
Hey hey Paul, I wanna marry you too.
If you love me true, if you love me still,
our love will always be real,
my love, my love.
True love means planning our life for two,
being together the whole day through.
True love means waiting and hoping that soon
wishes we made, will come true,
my love, my love.
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'The Post' Is the Poet of ______.

Oh, the city buoys us up--what a joy it is to read each day's Post cover from across the train car or atop the bodega stack! Today: SWAN SONG.
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