Lucky


 

 

When I was a kid this other kid, who was mean and dangerous,
tied me to a tree. He had a can of hairspray and a box of matches.
My mother came out looking for me just as that kid was about
to start spraying and throwing those lit matches at me.
I guess some people are just born lucky.

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