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Dec 2012
If it's not my time,
Then when will it be?
I'm sick of waiting
While I watch what I see
I'm left alone
A lonely fish in the sea
I wish my white dove
Would just come back to me
No girlfriend to have
No use for a knee
I want my time now.
I don't want to be
Single anymore.
I feel lonely.
Cause nobody look
In direction at me.
Written July 19, 2003 @ 2:41 PM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr
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