Along with some ice cream,
While playing Scrabble the third night running,
With the girl of my dreams,
I still felt like I was working today,
Busier than ever,
More sturdy, more engaged, interested,
Then ev'ry so often, I'd visit her.
That is the life I've e'er wanted to have,
E'er blaming soci'ty,
That only a few enjoy the priv'lege,
So, why should it be me?
I'll tell you why,
There is no reasoning-
Well, there is, there are, too many to count,
So many they almost don't mean a thing.
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