Just Like Me

There's a magic place I know

I like to visit all the time

It's an old long forgotten shed

Where I leave my troubles behind.

Anytime I can_ when it rains

I head for my rusty tin topped shed

Just listening to rain hit the rusty roof

Makes it easy to sleep when I go to bed.

Why don't you find a rusty tin topped shed

Go there like I do_all alone__

Leave your troubles there_you'll feel good_

Like me_ when you get back home.

Ralph L. Clark © 2000

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