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Steady Plank
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Spunky Fresh I fear the people who love me the best
Are the ones who hate my worst
No past can love your life
Once they see that you're driving the hearse
Prickled is its fancy
Draped all up in cellophane
Bop the nose but dont get close
Toxic worry will make you faint
Always new sunrises
Yet still no new surprises
Find yourself that needed third shoulder
Cause your hot temped ears are now getting older
Is there not one stranger left to thank?
Seeking such a steady plank
Morphing sorrows into tanks
Stretching cricks to riverbanks.
Norm to shed
Yet ache to build
One can only hope
To be fufilled.
