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Sep 2020
I look at you in amazement
In astonishment you look at me
Hardly seeing eye to eye
Yet distrust what we both see

Complaining as we moan and groan
Holding out what little is left of hope
No slide or slip on our death grip
Until the cows come home

Both bringing in a monkey wrench
To this argument of arguments
Up to the end we still have no plan
To get out all these dents

This cruising for a bruising
In our daily doings that we're using
The problems is in all of this
We hold out no solution

And what good is it all
If it can't be solved
Both sides always on the phone
But neither placing the needed call

As I don't trust you in all you do
And you certainly don't trust me
Neither side seeing eye to eye
And if we could we would distrust what we see
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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