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Old Wood 1986-1987
I feel
Like a broken piece of wood
I feel
Like a man that only could
Like a man that never can
For I slip my slights of hand
From one wrong direction to another
I bungle and drop them
Leaving me no cover to hide by
Will there ever be one who understands
The kind of man I am
Or am I one of the legion lost
To brave the sea so turby tossed
Alone
And let my ignorance
Destroy any would-be home
So do I ponder all alone
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