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Here I Am
There's a big
rolling pin
it smacks the hillside
the mark where it has been
causes a landslide
I try to not fall in
with the dirt in the skies
evaporation takes my eyes
people and their diatribes
I wonder why
I do so try .
I'm sick of the lonely
and the thick
of all the phoney
I do my bit
but you still owe me
if that is it
well this life's thrown me .
Here I am just
getting older
all gone stones
turn into boulders
what is done
rests on my shoulders
oh how I wish
that I was younger .
rolling pin
it smacks the hillside
the mark where it has been
causes a landslide
I try to not fall in
with the dirt in the skies
evaporation takes my eyes
people and their diatribes
I wonder why
I do so try .
I'm sick of the lonely
and the thick
of all the phoney
I do my bit
but you still owe me
if that is it
well this life's thrown me .
Here I am just
getting older
all gone stones
turn into boulders
what is done
rests on my shoulders
oh how I wish
that I was younger .
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