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Comments about Jerry Grasso
A Greener Pasture
I feel like I am about to die
People I work with trickle by me wishing me well
And then talk about me in the past
As if to pay their last respects prior to my final days with
Or avoiding me altogether
Or appearing distracted whenever they talk to me
Or appearing distant and almost impatient for me to leave
So that even before my seat is cold, or my equipment cold
They are dividing these up, casting lots, for the prizes I leave behind
Or replacing me as partner with new, closer partners
Life goes on, you know
And the day before I ...