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Is Everything Said?
Have I said?
Everything I need to say?
Will I say the same?
When I turn old and all gray?
I've tried balancing my checkbook,
At the top of a mountain,
I've drank cold water,
Out of a metal fountain.
Balloon animals,
They are blown into different shapes,
Twisting them around,
With creatures to create.
You know I'd get a big reward,
If I found a really bad guy,
Wouldn't you?
Oh me, oh me, oh my.
Spectacular vision,
Of an artist or an eagle,
But only one can make art
On a three-legged easel.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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