Life Is a Rubrics Cube
This is my life
My life is a Rubrics Cube
With so many chances
I don't know what to do
-And-
That can be almost anything
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I rather take a shot
At Romance
Maybe then I may get
And second chance
-But-
It alway's takes a
Silly twist
And that is the kind
Of twist
That some-times' you
Just can't really miss
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And as it turn's out
Going in any direction
What dose that mean to me
It's all about love and affection
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Every time I make a turn
Rather it be good or bad
There is always something
Their is something in the air
That desperately need's
Re-direction
Or else
It will go in another direction
And I will certainly be had
This situation really look's bad
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Always something left to add
In order to get the full picture
Don't let it get you mad
Because that Rubrics Cube
Will only serve to baby sit you
GF
Copyright © Gary Fields | Year Posted 2011
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