Now then
here again
count my blessings
count to ten
here now
still behind the plow
wonder should I sacrifice
this sacred cow
don’t expect
no disrespect
to you old friend
and your dialect
the words that mean
the slate is clean
the foolish rituals I choose
to set the scene
but it’s all now
today it’s true
don’t expect much to change
but it beats feeling blue
what
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