I walked into the machine of life
It was like a big fan and churned
On the edge of this existence
I got my fingers burned
Got my feathers ruffled too
Cogitating on nobody but you
Waiting for a bus
On main st where
It made its turn around
I got a job at the library
And I was soon book bound.
I read a few hundred
Then I left that town.
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