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What Else Are We Suppose To Do At Three In The Morning?

Lawrence (who goes by Lars)

Went to India

And Contracted SARS

Damped his spirits?

I think not!

 

His best friend is Lou

Payed his taxes and went to church

Alas, 'twas not Jesus

That he found on his search

 

Lars and Lou

One day had nothing to do

They crowded the streets of the city

In Bangladesh

In Timbuktu

They never found something quite as pretty

 

Lars had bandages on his eyes

Lou chose not to see

Turning a blind eye

Turning the cheek

Say what you will (makes no difference to me)

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Sep 27, 2011
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