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They were "Happy
Ever After" as the story has been told,
In my life that hasn't happened and the story's
getting old,
With my future in the making I would dream of years to come,
But my days have left me feeling very cold.
Now, like little
"Humpty Dumpty" I was sitting on a wall,
With my balance getting shaky, was about to lose it all,
No one here nor all around will ever make me whole again,
For my empty shell was broken in the fall.
Unlike
"Jack" who was so nimble, I am caught inside this
flame,
And I often look for answers, but there's only one I
blame,
For like "Peter Pumpkin Eater", I just
couldn't please my wife,
And I didn't want to play her silly game.
As with "Mary,
Quite Contrary", who had maidens in a row,
She had boyfriends by the dozen and I didn't even know,
For I thought they were some people who were workers at her
job,
But I found out later they were really beaus.
Now I cry like little
"Black Sheep" for my eyes are full of wool,
I believed the things she told me, but I know now they were
'bull',
Unlike "Blue Boy", I no longer brag and play my silly
horn,
My cup's empty, not half empty, and not full.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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