Rear Your Ugly Head Poem by George McConnell

Rear Your Ugly Head



What a tragedy, the people we meet are not perfect, and for some

Strange reason we get to feelin...Bad about It... take pills and Feel

Sad about It.. can't get to...Mad about It.... but can't

be to...Glad about It.

Than I drink a beer and wipe my Mouth and get Loud about It.

than...Shout about It... and so I'll be...Out about It! ! ! ! !

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Jealousy
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George McConnell

George McConnell

New Orleans Louisiana
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