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Dec 2015
If in your eyes I've begun to lose
A little bit of my luster
And you think you can crumble
The mortar from beneath my feet
With a feather duster
Just remember
Who put me up here
Who put me up here

I didn't say anything
Or ask anything at all
To make you want to put me
Up on a pedestal
But you did and you built it
A hundred foot tall
Its a hell of a.. hell of a...hell of a...fall
From perfect to human
In no time at all.
Keith W Fletcher
Written by
Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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