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180330
Traffic was not good this Friday

That was a long drive
Goodbye Santa Maria
Hello Buena Park

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Ain’t no lie

Every high
Makes me sigh
Saying bye
Makes me cry
This old guy
Don’t know why

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So long stuff

The time has come, today’s the day
I’ve packed my stuff, it’s gone away
This empty house, where once was cheer
Is hollow now, without my gear
As I chill with Brownie and Linc
I think of friends, and raise my drink
To Sweetie Pea, I love you most
The sun sets on the Central Coast

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I like to move it move it

If it was crucial I’ve packed it
If it was boxed up I’ve stacked it
If it was empty I’ve filled it
If it was useless I’ve killed it

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I’m stuffed from packing

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Like everyone else
I hate packing too

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180319
Packing is fun

Boxes and boxes
And boxes and boxes and
Boxes and boxes

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180316
She thoughtfully takes a long while-y

There once was a lass named O’Reilly
Though missing her teeth, she was smiley
With no biting fangs
To gnaw on those wangs
The Sullivan lads praised her highly

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180314
I chose warmly

Found a gift card in my pocket
Added shopping to my docket
Wanted to buy some more LEGOs
But instead I got some warm clothes

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180312
New fight song?

We all hail from Mayo
And we wear the green and red
We’re on fire
For Sam Maguire
We’ll root until we’re dead
From the boggy plains of Mayo
To the blue Atlantic shore
In every house with thatch
When there’s a football match
The whole county starts to roar!

M! (3 claps)
A! (3 claps)
Y! (3 claps)
O! (3 claps)

M-A-Y-O! #UpMayo

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Wiggle butt and wiggle toes

I walk around with Brownie Bear
He likes to shake his derrière
And when he dreams, he wiggles toes
So then I boop him on his nose

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Just like an old time movie

Though I find him sweet and sappy
Gordon Lightfoot made Jean happy
Songs of shipwrecks and mind reading
Folk rock roots never receding
My surprise – I never figured
That his music would have triggered
The same songs that brought Jean gladness
Now fill me with utter sadness

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Subpoena Sam

There is a Sam under subpoena
Who’s crazier than a hyena
He’s either a drunk
Or Roger Stone’s punk
He needs to flee to Argentina

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My blue phase

You and me eternally
That is what was meant to be
Without you, I’m feeling blue
That is all I ever do
“Come on Sean, though I’m gone
You must keep on keeping on!”