When I find the aspirin
Bottle is empty...
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I'm sure the folks next door
Must love their music,
Which vibrates through my floor...
They must think I could not
Stand the silence before,
So they unleash the bass
And the beat, so my place
Is not cold and empty anymore...
I must express my gratitude,
For their kind and caring attitude.
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Convenience store sandwich rack
After the lunch-time rush is done,
And all that's left is
Fried-noodles in a hot-dog bun...
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