NONSENSE VERSE
And forget them in the morning when they’re done
Then hang them in the closet when they’re done
And then crush them out when I’m done
And brood out the window until they’re done
Here’s to us, cheers, we’re not done
Messed up again, sorry, we’re done
And file them away when I’m done
And condemn them all before I’m done
What’s out there when it’s said and done
And I'll be grateful when they’re done
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