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From: Lee Eugene T <et-lee@ux4.cso.uiuc.edu> Subject: CRD: OBSCURITY KNOCKS - THE TRASHCAN SINATRAS Obscurity Knocks INTRO: C
CAlways at the foot of the photograph - Dmthat's me there Snug as a thug in a Cmugshot pose DmOwner of this corner and not much more Still theseC days I'm better placedF to get my just reGwards I'll pound oCut a tune and very soon I'll have tFoo much to say and a dead stuGpid name
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Though I oCught to be learning I feGel like a veteran Of &qCuot;Oh I like your poetGry but I hate your poems" CCalendars crumble I'm kGnee deep in numbers CTurned 21, I've twGist, I'm bust and wrong agaCin
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
FKnow what it's like To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life? DmEvery stopped to think and foFund out nothing was there?
GThey laugh to see such fCun Playing Blind Man's Bluff aDmll by myself F CAnd they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme G"Ba Ba Bleary Eyes - HFave you any idea?"
CThe calendar's clutteGred with dCays that are numGbered THIS IS PRETTY MUCH CORRECT. HOPE PEOPLE USE IT. SEND CORRECTIONS AND COMMENTS TO ET-LEE@UX4.CSO.UIUC.EDU
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