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         How could I be so wrong?

         I will go on singing this song.

         One minute a small time piece.

         The pain in my head never does cease.

         It was driving me insane; like a heavy rain.

         I was one and done.



           I missed the plane.  I missed the train.

           It was beginning to be a pain.

           There were no rooms left at the hotel or the motel.

           This was not swell.

           I do not want to make a fuss, but I missed the bus.

           This taxi car was not going far.