Song 34

It feels like somebody
left all the smiles
for me to ponder,
all days, every while.

Why is it you?
Why is it me?
Who made the job
so easily messy?

Feels like love is hard
to get in little baskets.
The look of it says
if that is, it’s tough to get at.

But why is that us,
not happy to be?
Who made the job
so easily messy?!

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