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Sep 2017
A form is born, yeah
Commission override
Straight into an aftershock
Imagining my pride

When it's over
The shift is made, yeah
Combustion in the pipes
That's my trade, yeah

Had to stop it
Called in the troops
Always slamming me
Kicking with those boots

You have passion
A truly great lovers tool
You had me so connected
But I was way too cool

Your a technician
A master of your craft
Asked for a promotion
He just sat back and laughed

So now it's game time
Just like tradition
Sent me out on
A greater mission

When completed
I went on home
My mother waiting
Speaking on the telephone

What came next
I shouldn't say
Had me distracted
Not in a bad way

Oh, how long I've waited
The games have just begun
Starting over
I've already won
I've already won

You mean the world to me
There is no denying
You cracked your whip
Truly death defying

I had a good run
No complaints
It's time I moved on
After finishing in first place

Nothing ventured
Nothing gained
Asked for a promotion
Now I'm getting paid

No dilly dally
Let's be on our way
There's nothing more to do
There's nothing left to say
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  49/M/Florida
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