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Hey dude, who do you think you can prove? How much pull will do? I am a man I interrupt too, I end-zone when I feel soothed, at the end of the day- or just because I moved, when the cats come through, and then jump in the room... Bottling brews, and make walking the chew- talking the soup, raging out on the roof, catering to the bow, make it rain up above the snow! For eye's that grow... And 'you will take it slow!' One time or another you will hit your best go- see it in with your vote, preaching it after it pokes... Because limber backs just might drape, and naughty napes just might take, rafters may shake as they blow you away- in a daze, roamin' around in a craze- in a maze... Made up of wave's, and hile's and hails from the betrayed! Wondering when they will feel paid, a price that has some prey. So gone in the weed of the breeze, I can now sit and pray for the pleased, and wait on a wave to come and hit me, so my drift will ski, and my boredom will eat.