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Worthless Head
If life is so grand and a big piece of cake,
Then why does my head so woefully ache?
If I could do without it, I would detach it for sure,
Improve my looks and exact a cure.
But, I need it I do; I’m so forlorn,
Or surely without it, I would have been born.
I guess I’m just stuck with a defective part,
No warranties, no spares, not even a jump-start.
JRS © 10-27-98
The "Okie" Poet
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