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Go Figure

Member since 2003 · Posted 6 Feb 2004 · Edited 3 May 2004 · 5 comments

Everyone says they've got me figured out That's great Except I can't seem to add the figures up myself I took a walk yesterday You know what I found? A tire for swinging A discarded windshield And a firetruck Some people say It was an accident I say the tree had it comin' Don't mind life too much Or life might start minding you And no one wants that.

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5 comments

[9] zodiac 6-Feb-04/9:19 AM Reply

You
Shouldn't
Oughtn't
Mightn't
Try
Because you
Can't.
So don't.
Cant. -0-

[9] deleted user 3-May-04/8:35 AM Reply

The first and last verses are a frame for a vague picture in between. The picture gives impressions, not conclusions. Good.

[8] richa 3-May-04/12:50 PM Reply

Alright, not mad keen on the first verses, I can't work myself out sentiment. Tire should be tyre I think.

Like the final verse.

[n/a] MacFrantic 3-May-04/5:13 PM Reply

Tyre is the british variant of tire; they're the same word, but thanks.

[10] D. $ Fontera 17-Jul-06/2:34 AM Reply

oh poemranker, so easily swayed, no way this is #1, and I wrote it.