pleeeeeeze mr postman>>>>
okay its the midweek slump
slump, bump and thats right
clump
fidget, yawn, stretch and
you got it
along comes another dawn
fair to middling
mild to frost
creeping death to barely alive
we must strive to get thru
the surging weight of wasted time
but believe in tomorrow
her shining eyes
are ready to guide
our piece of meat
t'wards the glittering prize
yes she'll come and
follow her I will
get the blood and brain
pumping wave the lump
about in the air
talk and snort and run and plop
and help and ask and laugh
and we're made up again
life gets tricky without structure
without those yellow walls
that shine like silver
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