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Losing my marbles
While sitting on the front step
It jumped out of my head
Another precious marble
Rolled down the garden bed
I bent down to retrieve it
And found some others there
I knew I'd lost my marbles
But I didn't really care
My marbles have been with me
Since I was a little lad
I played a zillion games with them
Played many with my dad
So thank you all my marbles
And the few that still remain
I will cherish all our moments
Till the end of my campaign
Had I never lost my marbles
I'd have never lived at all
So to all my long lost marbles
I've had such a bloody ball
If I'd never picked you up
Flicked you gently with my thumb
Life would have been so different
Would have been at best hum drum
It jumped out of my head
Another precious marble
Rolled down the garden bed
I bent down to retrieve it
And found some others there
I knew I'd lost my marbles
But I didn't really care
My marbles have been with me
Since I was a little lad
I played a zillion games with them
Played many with my dad
So thank you all my marbles
And the few that still remain
I will cherish all our moments
Till the end of my campaign
Had I never lost my marbles
I'd have never lived at all
So to all my long lost marbles
I've had such a bloody ball
If I'd never picked you up
Flicked you gently with my thumb
Life would have been so different
Would have been at best hum drum
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