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Laid up, more of some bad luck paid up
All right, down on the high side all night
No pain, only the turn of a page in vain
To explain what's not been made all the more plain
It might have been wise to open my eyes
To wolves in grandma's clothes
They'll smile and bleat through a long row of teeth
If they're not the last customer you'll ever meet
Hoping you'll find a way that's open
Keeping free of the fell interloping
Out there might have the look of a playground
All fair until you venture to turn around
It might have been grand to posit a plan
For grandma's on the prowl
And wait with a mace at the said time and place
And wind it to see the look on their face
It might have been wise to open my eyes
To wolves in grandma's clothes
They'll smile and bleat through a long row of teeth
If they're not the last customer you'll ever meet
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