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Right from the git go, my git up and go has got up and went.
I feel spent.
Like a fireworks rocket lying in the snow the morning after New Years..
Like a piece of gum on the bottom of a shoe under a years worth of rubbish at the dump.
Where did it go?
I don’t know.
If I did I would tell you so.
My git up and go isn’t mine no mo.
I’ve lost my Mo Jo
My Jive Drive
How can I compete.
My distress is now complete.
I’ll bet if I could get rid of that slack in my seat.
I would really be neat.
But!!!!!!!.......I would still feel beat.
And low
With out my git up and go. 
I need to try some Hadacol.

Bet you don’t remember that one.

Maybe three or four bottles of that 12%-HA!
Might do me some good.
Mix it with a couple of BC's

© Apr 10 2010

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