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ME:
Cloudy sky, it's starting Monday Off to work, at speed of light It's a merger for this morning and for later, meetings till night. Men in suits are running by bespoke, pin striped, flash or grey They won't stop , they won't sigh They will hunt today's prey. Diaries are all filled up for the next three months or so PA's running, no mistakes are allowed in this world of grey glow. Leave your jacket, drop your tie stop a second and imagine a tender loving kiss, dropped on your lips Before they say Hi and Bye, with a smile. --------------------------------- HIM So why do they do it? For hot cash, lots of flash Cars and cards and shards Of diamond crystal. Or is it for girls that twirl and curl Around their grasping arms, Hoping for charm, but they just get smarm. No, its for proof That they are no goof That they can afford a bigger roof Than the couple next door Who are poor But are making love on the floor Because they adore Each other. -------------------------------------
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