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Sep 2016
By: Cedric  McClester,

We’re caught up in the mystery
Of who it’s gonna be
Nevertheless if I had to guess
Guess we’ll just have to see
But it’s down to a short list
So the answer some insist
To which they give their voice
They hope will be the choice

So it makes perfect sense
That we’re caught up in suspense
And though it is intense
It will come out in the rinse

Like Shakespeare’s line,“Poor Yorick.”
The choice will be historic
Depending upon how it goes
Some will be euphoric
But only one person knows
Ain’t that usually how it goes
The one who does the choosing
Knows who’s winning or losing

So it makes perfect sense
That we’re caught up in suspense
And though it is intense
It will come out in the rinse

And if you’re asking me
The biggest mystery might be
What I’m talking about
Cuz there’s an element of doubt

So it makes perfect sense
That we’re caught up in suspense
And though it is intense
It will come out in the rinse

As the betting folks make bets
And the losers have regrets
To be quite merciful
It’s nothing personal
You can take it from me
It’s only business don’t cha see
Don’t read more into it
Than happenstance or mother wit

So it makes perfect sense
That we’re caught up in suspense
And though it is intense
It will come out in the rinse





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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