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Apr 2015
I think i am losing my marbles
that is i am for sure
but its nice to be a fruitcake
and get caught in a revolving door
i go round and round
at the speed of sound
so fast that i am a blur
i almost went into orbit
at least i think im sure
im sure i think for certain
there is a place to be
turn right just before Venus
near the sea of tranquility
i caught a fish on sunday
i caught it just for fun
he had no sense of humour
and he chased me past the sun
i got fed up of running
so when i reached the moon
i asked the man who lives there
will that fish catch me soon
he said you shouldnt worry
the truth is plain to see
that when that fish he catch you
he got no memory
the moral of this story
my friends for you and me
is keep well clear of revolving doors
or you will end up just like me
Written by
fred stables  Nottingham
(Nottingham)   
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