to be a lucky chunk.....................
I'm at my wits' end
from where i sit,
i'm all out of wits my friend
and only the half of it!!!!
I'm fresh out of patience
that i never had,
no need to drop hints
the solution'll make me glad!!!!
It's staring me right in the face
i gotta get out of here,
i look in the mirror that image to erase
is me it's all so clear!!!!
In 1,2,3
it'll be over nice as you please,
no more foul misery
i'll be pushin up daises!!!!
Wish me luck
that in the ground i'm stuck....Sally
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