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Straight-Backed Chair There’s a form out there I hope I filed, In a drawer out there I wish they’d close. And there’s a man out there Who opens his office, And thinks to himself: Pencils truly know! But we know now, Books want to open. And pencils out there, Don’t really care. And what I know, Is the ruler is really broken. And life ain’t lived In a straight-backed chair. |
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