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On the road of life, sometimes you'll have doubts. These are mine. |
| The unpublished poet Grills chicken, fries french fries, Making jokes, and mimicking voices, But is under a secret cloak of Depression and loneliness. The unpublished poet Grill burgers, baking potatoes, and mimicking celebrity voices, Can’t gather the courage to Ask a girl out. The unpublished poet Grill onions, stirring cheese, And creating funny languages, Doesn’t like where life has Led him. |