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July 7, 2003

Sugar-coated shamrocks
Powdery pastries
fighting for the top
layer of milk
in my bowl.
In my soul
I'm half-empty
I ran out of
Milk.
It does a body good.
Pass it on.
Adding sugar or
Bananas won't help
I'm cursed to rehearse
Every passed play
By play
It's all a game
They say
But I'm not really
Keeping score
Who's winning?
It's not that
I'm against losing
A fight
I'd just like
To feel like the
Big Winner
Sometimes

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