Bob Bradley

Above all of the status
and riches designed by man
give to me the power
of waves crashing on the sand
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Our year-long race is over and done
We've crossed the finish line and each of us won
Experience born wisdom is our prize
The joys of accomplishment we should emphasize
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Laughter is infectious
I catch it all the time
Its symptoms easily detected
Impossible to conceal when one is infected
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Of the many objects of vanity
The mirror is the most deceptive
It offers distorted reality
To the viewer who is therein reflected
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The war began long ago
when I was still but a boy
for mother's death
I must surely answer
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It is the eve
Santa's ready to leave
To spread his Christmas joy
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With solemn reverence we remember that serene Hawaiian morning
So brutally interrupted without any warning
By that bellicose rising sun with murderous intent
Forcing thousands of souls from an earthly paradise
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When asked to dance some may say
I can't because I've got no rhythm
This, you see, cannot be true
We all mark time in our own unique way
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