You can carry a suitcase,
But never a tune,
You can Leave It To Beaver,
But never to June
You can bask in the glory,
But burn in the sun,
You can toss all your cookies,
But still get the runs
You can bury the hatchet,
But still feel the pain,
You can make up excuses,
But never explain
You can take things for granted,
But mistake them for stone,
You can sell just the sizzle,
But always get boned
Copyright; EGHarne
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