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What if my mom’s right
And Thomas wrong?
What if the world’s crazy
And that paper piece is all they want?
What if it was just freaking luck
With Gates, Jobs and Zuckerburg?
Ah, my shoes are tight,
I can’t walk right;
I sit gaping, though my mind’s dim,
Full to the edge, full to the brim.

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