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Feb 2014
Prayers upon prayers,
How am I supposed to explain that to the boss?
He would tell me to make myself at home,
He might offer me a nice cold cup of red coffee,
He would say, "What is on your mind?"
I would tell him everything.
Then you would be dead,
But I suppose it was worth it, wasn't it?
I'm gonna give it to you straight,
You're a lousy athlete.
Written by
Douglas Beights
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