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Be that as it may..,


WIthin every heart their beats a sweet melody..,

For many are torn amidst it's true subject matter..,
Oft' why do we even think nor seem to bother ?
With pen on paper,

Nor a stereo to Caper..,
Just me and Eric B with a nice full plate of fish !
Wanting to hear the newest dish,
Out of a time well spent in thought !

Caught up in the in between the world I know..,
Then to the one I long to go !
Perhaps it would be better if I would shuffle off to Buffalo ?
Yet still, how does one even bother to know ?

With limestone upon the vast waterfront..,
Faces that will lead us to the next polished traces..,
Still with caviar along with a big fat cigar,
Some may say I ressemble Tony Saprano ?

Yet we set our course still at full steam ahead..,
Better make your appointment soon else you may whinde up dead !
Still this is the path by which we have chosen..,
Hence there is no such thing as kissing cousins !

Yet where does one go when things go wrong ?
While the cattle is outside with the horses
We should all sing a happy song..,
Else you be better off sleeping nice next to the fishes !

Now finish all of your dishes !

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