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We Must Jam

Boot up,
Put on your shoe,
Watch out for those comfort foods.
Don't stick your head in the sand,
Get out the battering ram,
You can knock it down later,
But first we must jam.
Dreams are affordable,
Talk to John Q. Public,
You and I will,
We will make up for it.
Lobster, I'll be your friend,
But it will cost me,
9.99 a pound.
You're lonesome,
In your tank,
And you're feeling like your down.

©1999-2019 Steve Bujanow

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