Sunday, January 01, 2017

2.1704 : 1/1/10 : A First

I hoped that I'd get better soon
and ten years flew by
another big digit
early riser say your goodbye
a few more nails to pound in
another rough verse to
drive the Big Sound in
but some things don't change
baby it's still you and me
against the world and now
a little man makes three
perfect union a fine paradise
when it's hard it's brutal
but oh sometimes so nice
dozens of days and yet
I slot right back in
could it be by God
today I'm truly ready to begin
cliches don't scare me
I'm full fit to burst
nothing's ever perfect
but I'll call this a first

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