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Funny Bunch
What if it were always
Three o’clock in the afternoon
In the sun on the sand on a beach
Somewhere with no one around
Except your special someone,
Would you get bored with it?
Fuck, get me out of here
Back to those who aren’t special,
Back to places and things I don’t
Really like, back to normal,
Are we ever satisfied with
As close as we might get
To perfect,
We’re like the couch potato
With a thousand plus channels
And a universal remote
Click, click, clicking,
Funny bunch aren’t we.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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