"SEVEN"
On May seven I came to be
On the seventh day God rested and then created me
When God made me he was just showin’ off
A perfect specimen of a man, nothin’ about me is soft
Before I was formed I was told
“You will be a well bred man before you get old”
To this day I hold my head up high
Even though life hands me a lemon at times; I'll never sigh
I’d add water and sugar and make some lemon-aid
Back then I had my own stand and got paid
There is an angel missin’ in Heaven
He came to Earth and named himself "Seven"
B. Alan "Seven" Williams--Aug 2010
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