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I talk to myself. I talk to my pets,
and that’s much less strange than I’m known to get.
I eat peanut butter right out of the jar.
I make up strange songs and then take them too far.

I try to draw pictures but fail miserably.
I’m not a good cook, not even for me.
I’ve been known to eat Fruit Loops for my evening meals.
and I like to think Kermit and Fozzie are real.

You don’t really want me, belive me, it’s true.
You don’t really want me, I’ll prove it to you.

I don’t mind a bit, that I drive ugly cars.
I like to stay home nights and away from the bars.
I like to play football; I wear ripped blue jeans.
I can be awfully moody, and at times kind of mean.

I like to think deep thoughts, and I like to dream big,
like I once thought I wanted to drive a big rig,
or build a log cabin so deep in the woods,
with a barn for my horses and a tall stack of wood.

You don’t really want me, belive me, it’s true.
You don’t really want me, I’ll prove it to you.

© L. Rose (1998)

This was a bit of fun I had several years ago. Some of this is no longer true; some of it is. I’ll let you figure out which. Happy Blogging and, as always, thank you for reading! – Linda