2009: Part 2

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By jwhwz

I am well aware; That they don't mix; It always makes; Me quite sick. But, I think I've found; An alternative for my depression; It is my freedom; Of expression! In 2009, You were tired of your crazy Mama; And, every day is filled with drama; But, currently you two get along swimmingly; On this, many who know us will surely agree. Sometimes, you're sad, And you want to cry; And at the year's beginning; Your boyfriend wanted to die. And that has messed you; Up for life; When you are crazy; And, you want to be a crazy man's wife. Yes, you have no money; Because Social Security overpaid you; I detest it when; People want to degrade you.

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