Sorting the Mess
I work in fits
The contents of my head dumps out
Whatever comes out is me
Good or bad it's still just me
The contents of head dumps out
I'll leave it to you to figure it out
Good or bad it's still just me
I wish it would come out steady...but
I'll leave it to you to figure it out
Whatever comes out is me
I wish it would come out steady...but
I work in fits
Copyright © Steven Clark | Year Posted 2014
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