Lyrics to a song made up by my almost-kindergarten aged office mate. (He's a poet, I think...)
Socks go in the laundry...
I don't know why everything is rearranged
Into my life...
(humming)
I just don't...
(By the way, I have no idea what this means, but it sounds pretty cool. And let's face it -- half the songs on the market are rather obscure, so why should his be any different?)
A Trio of Troublemakers
About Me
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- The best way to describe me? Two words: "Lone Wolf". But don't be fooled... I love networking with people around the globe. It's just that I prefer to be the director instead of the audience.
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5 comments:
The scary thing is, I understand it. Quite well, actually.
And it's very deep for a poet that age.
Jason:
I hear ya. My husband thinks we have another Jim Morrison -- good lord, I hope he doesn't become a crazed alcoholic who calls himself the lizard king...
Angelique
I don't know why everything is rearranged into MY life, come to think of it. Especially all the dirty dishes, smelly socks and never-ending meals to prepare...
Your young lad is learning!
That's totally awesome. Your kid rocks. That's how I feel half the time. He must be an old soul. Well, an old but cute soul.
Okay, I absolutely love it! Too bad we didn't have a video of the budding poet/song writer in action. He's a cutie!
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