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© 7/10/01 Dennis L. PickeringYou can’t change any othersThough they hide under coversBut, if they had their druthersYou’d be like all the others.A boring world that would beWith all under the same treeIt is hard to share all gleeWith those who think they are wee.Because we are all so bigWe don’t need to dance a jig.To define the others pigOr poke which is in the brig.The brig is just containingWhat happens to be rainingFrom ideas sustainingEverything we’ve been braining.To change others is amissIt requires more than a kissWhich is just a passing jistThat we hold upon our wrist.To the detriment of allWho are contained in the hallOr are up against the wallAnd are not upon the ball.Those on the ball do not try.To meddle in others livesThey have plenty with their life.To encircle all their strifeFinis Written July 10th, 2001 © on Aug 28 2001 03:44 PM PST, Dennis Pickering 0 • 10
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"© 7/10/01 Dennis L. PickeringYou can’t change any othersThough they hide under coversBut, if they had their druthersYou’d be like all the others.A boring world that would beWith all under the same treeIt is hard to share all gleeWith those who think they are wee.Because we are all so bigWe don’t need to dance a jig.To define the others pigOr poke which is in the brig.The brig is just containingWhat happens to be rainingFrom ideas sustainingEverything we’ve been braining.To change others is amissIt requires more than a kissWhich is just a passing jistThat we hold upon our wrist.To the detriment of allWho are contained in the hallOr are up against the wallAnd are not upon the ball.Those on the ball do not try.To meddle in others livesThey have plenty with their life.To encircle all their strifeFinis..."