Friday oh Friday the 13th that's my day,
June oh June how consistently you tend to loom.
One time it was power rangers and clay
Another, IIIII just went out to play.
I remember very few and yet the years stick like glue.
I am dissatisfied with the skin and bone I was supplied,
yet
I bet
With all my heart.
That I will wake with a smile, even when I'm falling apart
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Friday oh Friday the 13th that's my day,
June oh June how consistently you tend to loom.
One time it was power rangers and clay
Another, IIIII just went out to play.
I remember very few and yet the years stick like glue.
I am dissatisfied with the skin and bone I was supplied,
yet
I bet
With all my heart.
That I will wake with a smile, even when I'm falling apart
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