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May 2013
Walking around with his nose in the air
thinking he’s so debonair
missing important stuff as he go
things he doesn’t even know
his mouth is as large as his ego
thinks everyone should go with his flow
believes they wait for his magic to unfold
their feelings he doesn’t want to be told
a harsh taskmaster
wants everything faster
he’s an awful boss
him, I wouldn’t like to cross
Written by
Susan O'Reilly  F/Ireland
(F/Ireland)   
540
   Anderson M, LD Goodwin and st64
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