Give It a Rest
Silly me
I stayed right up until the end
The final credits
Probably the last to leave
For fear i may just miss
something that never ends
up happening
Apart from sloppy seconds or
drunken leftovers such as myself
But it's like playing numbers
on the lottery
Once in you just can't stop
Just incase one's numbers
actually come up or something
happens that probably never will
Like meeting the one or winning
anything more than my ticket
money back
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