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Poetry. I feel sure there is something, somewhere...

Thursday, September 9

She don’t sit still
Makes me feel ill
I turn around and around

And when the world stops spinning
I like to start grinning
I can’t see her at all

You say it’s my head in the clouds
I run as fast as I’m aloud
And this is the life for me

Proud of the way we’re living
And we keep on kidding
Who knows what it is to be

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