billy bob, he was just dough

he had no where to go

no way to get there

and nothing to show

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show for the first day

and everyday in between

just muddling there in his puddle

he began in a full scream

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dribbling down the counter he did

in a saunter but really he worried

if he never got a bit of heat

always clammy he would be

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years he remained fuddled

nobody to cuddle his puddle

into the huddle of other fellows

where they bake for just awhile

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piled high, and rolled back into the thick

there he was just holding his

but not his own – but rolled he was

and in a first time roll from after that

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here that he goes

an epiphany into the first light

into insight and mindset

found all that echoed true & right

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in that…