Don’t ever bother I tell you it’s true

Whenever you want to

Make your dreams come true

 

In a whirlwind of chaos comes an answer

I swear

And then comes the bottom

Tis only rare

 

With a situation at hand it’s best to sit back

Everything will work itself out

As the papers come

And there’s no turning back

 

A problem should arise and you know,

Tis only best

To just let this minor one go

And to the bar kept room

You must unavoidably go

 

And then with a sigh you turn back,

No not yet is yelled and here

You are right back

 

By: Kara Featherstone

4/21/05

 

 

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