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6 Frames of Dwayne's Life
After Primus St. John I A figure rounds a corner A door drops between Marine & G-man The screen freezes, and then my world goes black A foot trips the power strip: off, then on. II White falls around my world. A ball flies at my back. Too bad she can't hit! III "The answer is..." Jeopardy appears on the TV. I get 2 of the questions right. I'd never make it on the show. IV Crank, crank, crank. Puuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrr. "Ow!!!!" The cat got me again! V Small and cute, Only newly born. Wish I knew how big a brat She'd grow up to be! VI Figures dance on the screen While a young kid dances too. His center of balance is off. Now, he has a scar on his forehead. Composed by:
Dwayne Robert Leifheit
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