Growing up, my father used to say,
Son, find something your good at
before the talent goes away.
Truth to be a fact,
it's the stamp to the letter
That little something your good at,
someone else can do it better.
It's the person that'll crush you
with a face oh so mean,
and all it has to do,
is perform a daily routine.
Whether guy or girl,
It'll spilt your heart into three
one for it,
and two for me.
For I have already been turned into history
because I have already met missus mystery.
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