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Grumpy **** Grumpy ***Grumpy **** grumpy *** / There's no need to feel this way / Turn your frown upside down

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A seagullA solitary seagull sits bobbing on the waves / the waves culminate together and generate cascades / The seagull stays determined he will not be dragged down

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Comfort BlanketWith you beside me, I know that I can't come to any harm / With you close at hand, I know that I will always be warm / With you wrapped around me, I know that I'll be safe

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True LoveBright blue eyes with a loving look / Tenderly soft hands with a caressing touch / Luscious lips laid on only by mine

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the game we play.Life is one of those questions we would all like to answer / Love is a game that we all like to play. / Play with our hearts and feelings

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Night night.Night night / Sweet dreams / I doze

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Malingering Time WastersProcrastinate to irritate / Aggravate to agitate / Treading on thin ice

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An ape called Peter.There was once a small ape called Peter / He was brown like the trees in your yard / He had a few spikey hairs on the top of his head

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The depth of a smile*Crack a smile, pucker your lips, show us a grin and be proud of it.* / Let the world know you can smile like the rest / Let yourself show that you've not down trodden or depressed

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ReassembleBasically I'm broken, shattered, pulled apart and torn to pieces, shards of sharp shimmering glass amass into a clump of crunching sounds. Crush. crack. Crunch and crumble. / My whole innards begin to tumble, whirr around like clothes in a dryer. Pockets not checked, so their contents are set. Set to begin a cycle of being flung from side to side, swishing around, drowning in a swirl of cleanliness which should of course, ease the pain and wash away those steeped in stains and cleanse a spirit that's been pulled apart. Like a cotton thread. Slowly being pulled away from a wooley jumper as its caught. / Okay, it's caught on a zipper. from an old pair of jeans. Whose paths have crossed many times in outfit combos but now tumbling around together they no longer meld, together. They clash like; tartan and polka dots and conflict each others path to rightful cleanliness.

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