I See the End

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I looked at It, It looked at me
That was the end for all I could see
That Iceberg was too tough I guess
All I know is now I’m a mess
That Iceberg didn’t just kill Me, it killed a lot more than 3

I’m stuck down here, like mud on a pig
I can’t get up because I’m too big
I hate that Iceberg, oh yes I do
I hate that iceberg just as much as bugs do a shrew
I broke in half like a delicate twig.





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