Thursday, March 11, 2010

HEARTACHES OF MATURITY

You are my best friend I know that you wouldn’t let me down-

I play with you and walk with you-

While you cry around town-

I give you baths-





And brush your hair-

And you think I’m low down-

Well now I have a new love-

And her name is Nissan Sentra-





She takes me where I want to go-

And never gives a fuss-

We ride on dust-

In God we trust-





That she will never rust-

We will go home-

And sleep real long-

Until the day is gone.

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