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I do so like, who I am.


 

Well look at me now

So grown and proud

I’ve moved away

And become quite loud

I run through my day

I sleep through my night

Yawning and stretching

Reaching for a light

Through the years

Adding my endless fears

Subtracting the help

From my surrounding peers

No, not those rotten eggs

And past the discolored ham…

…But it was Sam

That helped who I am

Thank you !

Thank you !

I-am-Jesse

Jesse-I-am.

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