Date:  Sun July 8 2007 12:00AM PDT)
From:    "John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject:  What a Mess
To:  friends@foxnews.com
Are you drunk again - let me smell your breath -
I don't look it - Oh, though I'm such a mess
The sun reaches high noon and it begins again
I want to seize the day and ride it until the end
Under the stars and moon along the yellow lines
I don't look it - But, really, I'm not such a mess
 
You don't have to clean up after me - not at all
Disaster's right in front of me but I never do fall
Because I did once and I'm the one who cleaned
I changed my life and entered the bright lights
And I know what it is to be thankful and grateful
If you make a mess I'll help you clean it up - OK.
 
07/07/07
 
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