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YOU BETTER TELL ME
NOW!
Yes, we all are
coming to this -
And time to follow new
rules,
The art of talking without
All the blubbering and
drools.
Simple solution is to stay
real
Calm and follow the right
foot,
Then the left, right again
and
You mutter: "I don't give
a kaput!"
Steady now as the corner is
near
You want to be able to get
across,
The mighty road with the
green
Light and camera who are
the boss.
If both your navigating
feet get a bit
Tangled, you know who to
blame,
Why you can get all ruffled
and say:
"My speed comes from my
cane!"
God help me when old and
grey in
These happy days of love
and laughter,
I will have sped up
memories of the
Here and most pleasant
thereafter.
"Hey world I'm not getting
old, I just
Shuffle along with a raised
eyebrow,
Please
God give me your Blessing"
YOU BETTER TELL ME NOW!
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by: Johanna
©
5-31-2008
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