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Against the light or wind I try to stop it all. Applause awaits me when I come before the call. The end is implied; it's my turn to fall.
Did you forget the words? Did you forget to chew? Take a moment, catch your breath, and I won't be the end of you.
Keep your mind out of the gutter; that's my playground. Oh, you're going to send me down, aren't you? I suppose you should. Which way will I go? Sinister? Dexter? I suppose it all depends on you; where and when you pull for that release.
Not with the pot, not with the paint; on TV and wrists, the same thing, I ain't.
I'm your friend.
My job is to dig, but I'm never paid. A burrow is not what I'm said to have made. My work is at hand, but I'm not a spade.
With a curious step I attempt to disarm; Like a doctor, my aim is never to harm. Often I'm prone to philosophize; I am not what I seem, yet never tell lies.
Against the light or wind I try to stop it all. Applause awaits me when I come before the call. The end is implied; it's my turn to fall.