If seeing is believing, then I'm more than would have known,
To see my words down in print, now written in this poem.
If seeing is believing, then I see clearer then once did,
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Everyday I try to pull a little more
Of those weeds that pop up in my life.
Not knowing how they all got there
It seems… of endless dredge and strife.
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I promise to quit smoking soon
I'm down to a pack and a half.
And when I do, I pledge to me and you
I will never, I'm never ever going back!
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There's an old wooden chair by the roses,
Where my Daddy went and sat.
He would go there every morning,
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Crawled under the house to retrieve
something's that I had fogotten.
While I took them out, I sorted and found
that most of what I'd stored, was damp and rotten.
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