by B.J. on 6/18/2003 08:27:00 AM 0 comments Print this post

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Tumultuous waters right now. . .

Like a perfect storm busting a boat
Trying to keep from drowning and afloat
We cannot fight this storm anymore
Its imperative that we get to shore
I can only hope that its manifest
In our dest iny that we can pass this test
Do we possess the zest to get of thess
Its a mess, and it looks kinda bad
A mad struggle I confess but
I profess that this storm is just a pest
Its all about how we get thru this mess
I suggest we don't give it a rest
We're just a few shy
I don't wanna die. . .

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