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by  brightdynamo

Posted: Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Word Count: 68

I sometimes get the feeling
That Iím getting on your wick
When youíre slightly tense with me
Your words are terse and quick
I pray that patience starts to come,
You understand me more
I know that Iím a silly moo
And sometimes Iím a bore
Iím sorry that you feel this way
I hate to see you blue
But please remember that sometimes
Youíre quite annoying too!