John Dustman

Now Pam's my first pick with that hair so thick
With a brain that always knows
That the things we share will always be there
In our heart just like a rose
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There are many men who walk this world
And many men who fly
But I want to tell of one of them
Who's really a nice guy
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Tonight I sit here all alone
With the world at my fingertips

Being carried to parts unknown
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Sometimes life is just a happening
For no particular reason it happens
We play the game and do everything
To share precious times with our close friends
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My words come out in English
Like to harvest and to sow

They just seem to fall in place
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While wanting best things to portray
I chalk my cue but ruin the day

No, life's not just a pink bouquet
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My dad would call me Dumple
Which happened much more than once
In fact he called me many times
Nothing but a dunce
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Sometimes while adding water to this cup of tea of life
We find we must refill the pot removing all the strife
Then while pulling off the lid of doubt it jams oh so tight
Life tells us we must push it back, aligning it just right
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And Marvin is there, boy is he there
A moose of a man grown tall
With a bucket of brains it explains
Why he's always on the ball
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I took my Mother to Dr. Shakoor
It was only yesterday
He had her pacemaker checked to be sure
Everything was working OK
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My third eye's now a lazy eye
I can't see it when I sleep
Everything has gone awry
And I sense it way down deep
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I'm taking a trip
It's to get a grip

On my life as a whole
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We don't think of the pavement
We seldom think of the street
Yet we do think of cherished stones
Some with colors all so neat
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My Lucky is divine with scarcely a whine
We treasure the park where she may run and bark
Today we leave on a lark, it’s nearly dark
Yet we have enough time to put out a line
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No matter how I'm sliced
I want to be with Christ
To walk that very path
While shedding all the wrath
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May 25,2015

Witkowski
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I have this friend named Shelly
She really knows how to smoke

Which makes her kind of smelly
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