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Funk makes me move, it makes me groove Listening to James Brown, I feel good My friends told me that I dance like a schmuck But I can't get enough, of that funky stuff I might run out of luck, stuck in a rut
Unnerved, I sit perplexed at who I am wondering who this girl is in the mirror Who can I be in this world Who can I lift, if i can't lift myself out of this funk, this depression.
His nosehairs gleam in the light the sweat on his right ankle  smells faintly of peaches.   He only has one look, his look. Though he doesn't know it yet,  he is a mermaid.  
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