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Jan 2013
You say something to one person
and they say something to some one else.

Someone is always rolling over in their grave.
Even to die isn't enough to be left alone.

Sometimes it's hard to find a single friend,
no not a one to be found.

Don't be thinking you're too cool to avoid the bombs,
they're getting dropped no matter who you are.

You might think you're something,
but you're just another face in the crowd.

So don't talk too loud and carry a big stick,
sometimes it's like a ball of snot on your finger that you just have to flick.

It can get you down if you let it,
but I bet it just falls away if you just keep your hands in your pockets and button your lip.


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Irving MacPherson
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