Stand up
I`ve got some issues i`ve got sort out Small tattered frayed edges tho tiny have clout So smoothe out these wrinkles "jay" sort out the lot Cos whilst in the kitchen you`ll fall into pot. Theres trouble here growing I tell me, I know, I just sit around and let problems grow Look into this verse, let these words coherse, yourself into untying the knots you`ve rehearsed. You know what is wrong jay just wallow, dont bite, Address all these issues, just stand up and fight You`ll soon bring it round, on hook you must bite, YOU HAVE TO CONFRONT TO MAKE IT ALLRIGHT
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mad bloke lives in spain. thinks he`s completley bonkers, but this is only due to investigating books on insanity. self diagnosed manic depressive ,but loving the rollercoaster ....please excuse me !
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