0726
0726 I'm a date
0726 I'm late
0726 I'm a code
0726 0726 0726
I was told i look like 0726
I haven't meet him
I am writing this on a whim
This numberis like a needle prick
It might make you feel sick
I 0726 act like that grandfather i never met
I 0726 write like the man that I will never regret wondering about
If you listen while im sleeping I'm mumbling out 0726
In my dreams im shouting at
0726 0726 0726 0726 0726
I am the needle prick that the doctor gave him when he sick
ZERO SEVEN TWO SIX
I am a number
He sleeps that eternal slumber
The funny thing is i hate needles
I was his IV before his grandson
I was the pain in his chest
AND NOW HE IS LAID TO REST
Now I'm a grandson without a grandfather
If i get to meet him in heaven i'll be blessed
Now i will let my words say the rest
I know he is looking down on me
As you can see i am developed
This is because i am enveloped in his eternal thoughts
His name was Carl Huseman
He was the orginal 0726
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