E'en if you wanted to,
Forgive me for being as blood to trees,
But you have to be you,
Do not try to learn from mistakes I've made,
They'll ne'er be yours to try,
Maybe, just maybe, you have a hint of me,
As discarded pits are to cherry pie,
Though there is something to pass on to you,
More feeling than advise,
Nothing in your life will be filled with life,
Assoc'ated with vice,
Except on thing,
That only you can know,
I must admit, I've had one of my own,
It is the only thing that makes me go.
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