MEBBE I shall weep tomorrow, Mebbe I shall lose my job, Mebbe bowed in grief and sorrow I shall sit alone and sob. Mebbe trouble grim is comin`, Mebbe care is on the way, Mebbe I`ll be busy glummin` Over things some other day. Mebbe foes will come assailin` An` at last I`ll have to quit; But before I start to wailin` I shall wait until I`m hit.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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