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BORN TO HOLLER!
Amazing! We have
many
Gadgets to get one's
attention,
Whistles, horns, boom boxes
And a few others not to
mention.
You talk to some people in
Your normal tone of voice,
With ears pounding you
still
Seem glued to listen with
no choice!
We are born with a mouth
that
Automatically will open,
Trying to get attention,
it's you
They want when it gets
the notion.
You hear voices at the
drive throughs -
Press a button and don't
miss a beat,
You want the burger n'
fries, add a shake
And you get what you want
to eat!
If your horn doesn't work
and you
Pound your steering wheel,
To get all things a
movin'
Spin your tires until they
squeal!
Seems like all items in
this world
Are worth every well spent
dollar,
Now you
realize we all are -
BORN TO
HOLLER!
+ + + + By:
Johanna
© 6-10-2006
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