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Where is he going?
What has he done?
Whats to become of him
I wrote a speech to my dad
Twenty-one pages long
He twisted my jokes and swallowed their meanings
I lay awake counting one, two and three,
Its alright, its alright
I fell asleep
Counting eight, ten and four
Its okay
A twelve year old math wiz
Came to me in my sleep
He knew all the answers
Which he kept to himself
He said Id hate to be you
When the big day comes
The look on your face
Will be priceless