Poem: Grab It By The Balls.
Grab It By The Balls.
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Don’t you feel sorry for yourself.
If you don’t get yourself out there
And put it all about a bit
Then you can’t lay the blame.
No one else will know you are there,
Different, original and one of a kind,
If you sit in a brown paper bag
Hidden in a cupboard under the stairs.
That’s the trouble with a life,
It passes even if you hide
And what’s the worst that could happen.
You might just find that you enjoy it.
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