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Simon Sez
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Bart Edelman 45 Simon Sez Simon sez, You’ve arrived, But you know it’s not true And spend your days and nights Waiting for the other shoe To drop through the roof Of your powder blue house. Simon sez, You’ve proven Your worth a dozen times over; Now relax and prepare yourself A dinner of gravy and pride— Yet you slink away to bury A bone in the backyard. Simon sez, You’re invited By a jury of your peers To a party in your honor— The sixth Sunday of the month. Still, you remain rather weary, Unable to remember your name. Simon sez, You’re through, You ungrateful little twerp, And you smile, everlastingly, Throwing yourself into your work, Knowing there is never enough time To fill in each blank line. ...