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I'm Sleepy
I say we jostle about for a while.
We can do a tumbling act with primary colors.
Jump on your shaggy shades of gray O friend o' mine,
Look back in your head and clear the clutter and claim the clear,
We've got some swinging to do
Before all our bones allow a bumbling bee to bop on a red petal.
Fooyeah I'm tired of all this
But if I retire I'll never say goodbye to my pillow.
Take my hand, let's keep rolling along,
Pretending with smiles and watery sleepy eyes
That we aren't being pushed about by a jocular stranger
Without a name or a purpose,
Just observing this dance of ours . . . see you in the morning . . . ?
T. J. M. [1991]
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