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From: Lee Eugene T <et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu> Subject: CRD: OBSCURITY KNOCKS - THE TRASHCAN SINATRAS Obscurity Knocks INTRO: A
AAlways at the foot of the photograph - Bmthat's me there Snug as a thug in a Amugshot pose BmOwner of this corner and not much more Still theseA days I'm better placedD to get my just reEwards I'll pound oAut a tune and very soon I'll have tDoo much to say and a dead stuEpid name
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Though I oAught to be learning I feEel like a veteran Of &qAuot;Oh I like your poetEry but I hate your poems" ACalendars crumble I'm kEnee deep in numbers ATurned 21, I've twEist, I'm bust and wrong agaAin
Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two Looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring In the lap of luxury it comes to mind Is this headboard hard' Am I a lap behind' But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself Is the kind of fate I never contemplate Lots of people would cry though none spring to mind
DKnow what it's like To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life' BmEvery stopped to think and foDund out nothing was there'
EThey laugh to see such fAun Playing Blind Man's Bluff aBmll by myself D AAnd they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme E"Ba Ba Bleary Eyes - HDave you any idea'"
AThe calendar's clutteEred with dAays that are numEbered THIS IS PRETTY MUCH CORRECT. HOPE PEOPLE USE IT. SEND CORRECTIONS AND COMMENTS TO ET-LEE@UX4.CSO.UIUC.EDU
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