clichés, know what I mean? Am I talking to a brick wall here or what? I get up at the crack of dawn, moving around slow as molasses. Being a chip off the old block, I try to do things that are easy as falling off a log. I'm usually a fountain of energy, and go out on a limb, but if it's not one thing it's another. It's not the heat here it's the humidity, so I take one day at a time.
At the end of the day I might look like what the cat dragged in, not feeling like peaches and cream, realizing that money is the root of all evil, and it can make me nutty as a fruitcake, I know it doesn't grow on trees. Around dinner time I get so hungry I could eat a horse, and eat 'til the cows come home, and then get sick as a dog. Is all this clear as mud?
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At the end of the day I might look like what the cat dragged in, not feeling like peaches and cream, realizing that money is the root of all evil, and it can make me nutty as a fruitcake, I know it doesn't grow on trees. Around dinner time I get so hungry I could eat a horse, and eat 'til the cows come home, and then get sick as a dog. Is all this clear as mud?
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