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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Son of a gun Wake up this morning Just laying there in bed The sun came thru the window Pulls the sheet over my head Don’t have a job again The factory close the doors We all lose our wages since George bush start those stupid wars Now he is in Texas A triple billionaire And my bills are piling up But what the hell does he care Ran out of coffee, this morning Just my dumb luck Maybe will go to McDonalds And get a coffee for a buck Then my girl friend calls me And my stress just went away When ever I hear her voice It always bring sunshine to my day And I wonder why she never Take her love and run Then I said to my self You’re one lucky son of a gun Call the record company Ask if they got my demo The girl on the phone says, no No kindness in her voice just plain, no I think she was very rude Maybe she’s having a bad day Some times you’re in a good mood And someone just takes away So I went in to Bips deli Going to play some quick draw Went in with a twenty And was broke when I walk out the door Use the .ATM in ShopRite Got some ice cream French vanilla Going to watch the twilight movie I like to see that girl Bella Then my girl friend Surprise me and came over Now we are having ice cream And watching twilight under the cover And I wonder why she never Take her love and run Then I said to my self You’re one lucky son of a gun
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