Steven David Biography

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My life is as thin
as a lager in winter,

my life is as strange
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We were mid-way through some kind of quest,
when my nasal hairs grew coarse,
and though t'was still faraway,
I heard a drum's rat-tat.
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I met a German woman,
her English better than my French,
but we never made our rendezvous,
what a waste of time.
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They walk as in a summer's breeze,
now linked by their shared futures,
feigning joy in path-side blooms,
who's perfume guides their way.
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