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Stripped Down To The Nothings....


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there's something about being
stripped down to the nothings
that will do you in

sick
can't sleep
hurting
cold
tired
frustrated
depressed

life has on steel toe boots
and is kicking
hard

I'm just barely able to get
out of the way
some days
but I'm doing it
me and my man are doing it

pray they tell me
do what you are supposed to do
make the effort
use what skills you have

I exert and
nothing is falling into line

I guess that is why they call it
dumb
luck

because it sure doesn't ever listen to you
when you need it to

and it doesn't hear you
when you pray

it will take more than one person
to accomplish what
has got to happen

I am sure of that
but I am
we are alone
often
in this big place
called life


hey
listen world
would you take a moment
for someone
for us
for those who really need
a little
help


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Copyright Jan 15 12:49am time to go to bed
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