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Sometimes I start to crack a small smile as I slowly open one eye I smell food in the kitchen, so I stop my itchin, and off the couch I do fly He's opening cans, he's opening cans, I'm so happy I'm up on my toes I haven't eaten in days, what's a day anyway? I'm not sure that anyone knows Scoop it out, scoop it out, oh wow, he's mixing it in He's looking at me, he's smiling at me, so I know my feast will begin I could give him a kiss, he's the one that I miss When he's gone it's just not the same He's the guy with the food that brightens my mood If only I just knew his name! Dave? Nope, Jack...hmmm or
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Man with the Cans
Sometimes I start to crack a small smile as I slowly open one eye I smell food in the kitchen, so I stop my itchin, and off the couch I do fly He's opening cans, he's opening cans, I'm so happy I'm up on my toes I haven't eaten in days, what's a day anyway? I'm not sure that anyone knows Scoop it out, scoop it out, oh wow, he's mixing it in He's looking at me, he's smiling at me, so I know my feast will begin I could give him a kiss, he's the one that I miss When he's gone it's just not the same He's the guy with the food that brightens my mood If only I just knew his name! Dave? Nope, Jack...hmmm or
michael-murphy
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
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