The Song of the Jammin Jong
Updated: Nov 4, 2022
A frayed nerve and a little spat My mind running away with all that The children’s quibble grows louder in wrath My nose tells me the damn dog needs a bath
A quite corner, some personal space I kick off my shoes and extend my embrace Something goes up and something goes down My mind like a wheel goes round and round
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