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By jwb71913 Date: 2004 Apr 16 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.16.15.12.12127]] |
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At risk of sounding self indulgent With more insipid banality Into my pocket my last lone cent I'll leave the table with dignity The table's yours to hold or leave Your eyeshade bold and bright Your elbows on the green felt weave My twenties all took flight It's all yours and freely given Enjoy until my return |