He Had His Office In His Head Poem by timmy conway
He Had His Office In His Head
He had his office in his head
To every question he said
I am on the pathway to light
It will be alright on the night
He had his office in his mind
To every question he would find
The answer to every fight
It will be alright on the night
He had his office in his bed
Where he stored everything he read
Success is being polite
It will be alright on the night.
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