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Stir Crazy

The Doc says it will be August,

Before I can crawl back on a horse,

With a busted wing and knee,

I know heís right of course!


I was born a restless soul,

A leaf upon the Ocean.

From dawn to dusk, as a general rule,

If Iím conscious, Iím in motion.


Now I aint supposed to walk or ride,

And to compound the boredom factor,

About the only thing I can legally drive,

Is my old garden tractor!


Mike Puhallo

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