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Once again, I'm disappointed
Once again, I've hardly moved
In my annual assessment
I reflect on attitudes of rascal youth
And Anna, too
First to speak that special language
Hieroglyphics dressed as bands
Love that album, name that bassist
Here's a book that understands
We let those Azerrad and Reynolds accounts
be bibles of sorts
Colorful portraits of those beings so big,
so mythical,
But goddamn liveable
Never felt like "Oops! I lost it"
Not some friendship down the drain
Plus, our hair would probably clog it
Just one reach, one call away
Why not today?
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