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| There’s no time to glance at my watch, | ||
| For there’s nothing but hair to see. | ||
| I’m in a special state of mind, living | ||
| Without any schedule; I’m free. | ||
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| There’s no deadlines to meet or reports | ||
| Which need to be filled out. | ||
| There are no material responsibilities, | ||
| I feel good, without a doubt. | ||
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| There’s no clock in sight, and only | ||
| Moving shadows tell the time. | ||
| I’m not sure how long this will last, | ||
| But to go back would be a crime. | ||
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| This Web site is copyrighted © 1998-2005 by Michael Hall | ||
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