This is all I have for proof
Holes in my pockets
And dirt in my shoes;
Reminding me of my misspent youth.
Hard work that I missed,
Young girls that I kissed
Idle hours and idle days
Staying up, and sleeping late.
In a shade where I cut my hay
Or put it off for another day,
Or maybe let it just rot away.
Now I'm...
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