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A Memo Of My Faults
Penny for your thoughts on an apple a day
Will it really keep the doctor away?
For nary a needle nor spool of thread
To sew certain thoughts inside your head
A tisket, a tasket they think you're a basketcase
Probably a reject from outerspace.
There's no way in hell to blow your own horn
Too full of spite and spittle and scorn
Always looking in the mouth of a gift horse
No wonder your disappointment is such a great force
What you get for counting your chickens before they hatch
Is a final tally that doesn't match
Will it really keep the doctor away?
For nary a needle nor spool of thread
To sew certain thoughts inside your head
A tisket, a tasket they think you're a basketcase
Probably a reject from outerspace.
There's no way in hell to blow your own horn
Too full of spite and spittle and scorn
Always looking in the mouth of a gift horse
No wonder your disappointment is such a great force
What you get for counting your chickens before they hatch
Is a final tally that doesn't match
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