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In a Funk.

What does a person do?

 

In a funk.

 

All full of funk.

 

You just feel funky..

 

And not funky fresh..

 

And no I'm not from funky town.

 

But in a funk..like funk, my mind, apartment, winona, mn, usa

 

Long address..

 

I would ask you to send me a letter,

 

And ask the funk to leave my head..

 

But I'm sure the mailman will be confused.

 

But I hope you all know,

 

What kind of funk I am in?

 

It's a pretty funky one.

 

I can't even get my head out of the funk.

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chelsea-corcoran
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Nov 12, 2011
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