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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