I was going to write a poem
About a poem
After I had truly reflected
On what this meant,
My brain exploded.
The cops are stilling cleaning
Up the mess.
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I’d get it one piece at a time
And it wouldn’t cost me a dime
You’ll know it’s me when I come through your town
I’m gonna ride around in style
I’m gonna drive everybody wild
'Cause I’ll have the only one there is around.
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Moving to Creativity.
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