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A whimsical poem
 
It seems like everyday I run onto something new
A little bit here, a little bit there, it turns me blue
So much cotton picking junk it gets the best of me
Overwhelm me would a very true statement be indeed
I reckon it I were to keep putting up with this trash
I would get out my guitar and sing like Johnny Cash
I met him one time and it was a little bit overwhelming
To tell you the truth I found him somewhat insulting
No, I love Johnny even if he can not sing goodern me
You see, we both were born hillbillies and we agree
Nothing like a fresh hot bath to make a man smell good
Of course throw some smellums on, helps a heck of a lot
Blue on blue, white on white, wishing you a good night

By olderandbolder

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