| I lost my temper with a friend
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| Mocked him and treated him with rudeness
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| And though I tried to make amends
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| Feel I miss him and walk a dark corridor
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| Woke up one morning
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| Doctor Buck’s letter
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| Of my own making, I walk a dark corridor of my heart
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| Hoping one day a door will be ajar
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| At least so we can recompense
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| Our betrayal of our hard won friendship
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| In vulgar and arrogant abeyance
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| To what was untrue underneath our parlance
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| I open the envelope, Doctor Buck’s letter
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| Re: Welfare Benefits reports
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| J. McCarthy, approximately 10−15 days
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| I got down, I was depressed
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| It was Doctor Buck’s letter
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| Turn the radio on
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| Doctor Buck’s Letter
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| Cheer myself up
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| Put the radio on, get the magazine out
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| And read about the 'Essence of Tong'
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| Checklist:
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| I never leave home without:
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| 1. Sunglasses — I wear them all year around, and seem to need them more often,
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| it’s a habit
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| 2. Music — cassettes, CDs
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| 3. Palm Pilot — it’s my lifeline. |
| I think it’s my P.A.'s computer,
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| she rules my diary and I download it
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| 4. Mobile phone
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| 5. Amex card — they made such a fuss about giving it to me but I spend more
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| time getting it turned down
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| I was in the realm of the essence of Tong |