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NEWS
ABOUT
ABOUT G. SMITH
BIOGRAPHY
WRITING
BOOKS
SONG ADAPTATIONS
SUBTITLES
POEMS
MUSIC
MY SONGS
COLLABORATIONS
NO RAISINS, RUPERT!
DESIGN
FONTS
GAMES
GALLERY
VISUAL POETRY
CONTACT
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It’s not the day that’s slow, it’s me
I couldn’t bring myself to be
To leave my bed and kind of live
It’s me when something’s got to give
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