December 11, 2008
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I look into the mirror
And what do I see?
A skinny little boy
Staring back at me.

Don't worry mama,
I'll grow up big and strong.
Don't worry mama,
I'm going before I've gone.

So I look into the mirror again,
Now what do I see?
A fat and weak old man
Staring back at me.
What happened to the mid years,
Those old glory days?
It seems I've gotten fatter
In at least ten different ways.

This is America,
This is the last wish:
We all want a a smaller pond,
Or to be a bigger fish.

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