You Know
"You know it can't be done."
" I know but it could be fun to try."
"Why?" he questioned with that stupid grin
that I could't stand.
"Why what?"
" Why bother" he shot back.
"Because I'm alive" I said.
"That's so much jive" he laughed.
(Did he have a better plan?)
"Do you have a better plan?"
"Nothing I can think of."
"Then let me be"
"You know it can't be done." he hissed.
"Your like a crashing crescendo" I Said somewhat rashly.
" You know it can't be done."
So what's the harm in having fun?
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