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My Paradisiac  

I think I'm paranoid.
You give me the paras;
The heebee-geebees.
I want my paradise,
My paradisiac -
You make me paralytic.

As well as paralexic
And paraparetic;
You're my Paris Angel.
But this ain't no parable,
It's just we're parallel
Parked together.

I'd commit parasuicide
To be by your side.
I admit it - I'm parasitic.
And when we're past sixty
And down with paraplegia,
We'll survive with paramnesia.