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Sometimes the road gets rough
It is bumby and rumbly and tough
You barely make it or reach any joy or laugh
What can you do but fart and cough?
Away you get to straighten joints so stiff.
Life reaches a period hard to pass
It is a time one yearns for a recess
The dollars are so meagre to access
You wonder where finances have gone time to pass
It is time one gets a holiday to possess.
How do you get success? At times it seems hard to access.
Everybody may have abandoned you in a mess.
The measure is too hard to possess
You realize the olden days you do miss.
Away you go on a journey
Yet you are scarce of precious money
Everything seems funny and phoney
It is as if the world has crumbled on our honey.
You come back like a person mad and loony.
Success is too hard to possess.
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