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When you wonder who you are,
Run your fingers through your hair.
If you have an itch to know,
Scratch your head.
If it feels good enjoy it,
cause it's you.
by: Steve Burstein - early 70's - poetry and philosophy days
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Part of it all,
it's all part of you,
and it's living.
Make a living for yourself,
and the rest will get along.
Like your fingers and your toes,
they all work.
Little part of all that is,
be happy with your part,
or make it bigger.
by: Steve Burstein - early 70's - poetry and philosophy days
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Whose that girl,
with the two floppy ears,
and the cute little push button nose.
She's got ten delicious toes.
Everyone knows,
She's Dawn Elizabeth Rose.
by: Steve Burstein - Early Dawn Days.
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That traffic light must know my car,
It sees me coming from afar,
It seems to live and think
And breathe,
That light is never green for me.
Sometimes it's green as I approach,
and stays that way till I get near,
Then it turns amber with a glare,
Sure it is red when I get there,
That light is never green for me.
A light that has a grudge for me,
You will say it cannot be,
displaying its personality,
But it is true and plain to see,
That light is never green for me.
If it is red as I approach,
I slow my car quite patiently,
As slow as slow as slow can be,
That light has never changed for me,
That light is never green for me.
It is a clever game you see,
Played by that traffic light on me,
It lets me go but I must stop.
Showing off who won the game,
That light is never green for me.
by: Steve Burstein - 1986
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