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AT THE END OF THE DAY

 

John was only young when he

Learned about the birds and bees

Or so he thought

His parents told him long ago

‘Bout everything that he should know

And should be taught.

 

And later when he went to school

He found another set of rules

Which he forgot

It wasn’t what he’d like to hear

And went straight out the other ear

He had his shot.

 

He was a one can danger man, a liability

Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility

Found out too late

To try to mend his foolish ways

But he had fun at the end of the day.

 

By the age of seventeen

His record was so far from clean

It turned to rot

His soul was just a barren land

An empty space where once was planned

A beauty spot.

 

He was a one can danger man, a liability

Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility

Found out too late

To try to mend his foolish ways

But he had fun at the end of the day.

 

He was a one can danger man, a liability

Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility

Found out too late

To try to mend his foolish ways

He was a one can danger man, a liability

Far too free, no attention span, or sensibility

Found out too late

To try to mend his foolish ways

But he had fun at the end of the day.

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