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There's something about it
Something fun
Producing pages
On the run
Some short and sweet
Some long and refined
As I look at my feet
I try to define
Who am I today
Who was I yesterday
Has time slipped away
And how will I pay
If you want to then do it
Somehow you'll get through it
Or else just screw it
I think I just grew it
A ramble for a cent
Heavens spent
Now lament
I'm a bit bent