TO: JINGLE BELLS
Racing through the door.
You’d best get out the way.
Got no place to go
But I’m going anyway.
Cold don’t hinder me.
I shiver but still roam,
I’ve just got to get away
From this damned old folks home.
OH
Off to shop, to museums, maybe try a play.
If I catch a movie it will while the time away – ay.
Go drink suds at a bar, hoping time will pass.
Maybe I'll go crazy and I'll take a Spanish class!
Monday, December 20, 2010
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