Another Day poem
Another day, more dollars
More pants, more collars
More people more hollers
Now how do you do?
Well frankly speaking not too well
I feel I'm on the path to hell
I wish upon a wishing well
To break the power of this spell
If I could only sing a tune
I mean really learn to croon
I'd find it better than to spoon
And I'd be higher than the moon
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