No accident, no missing limb, not even the
smallest or largest thing
could stop dear conscientious Sally Jim,
from helping with everything.
She’d pick up my clothes, cards, bottles,
and plates
I lazier remain in bed, thinking I should
help to late
The many drinking games that took place last
night
Sally Jim clears up for me while I fight
Fight to clear up my own mess me and my
friends had made
I twist, turn, roll, crawl, sit up, lie
down, fall out, and across the floor I wade
Oh Sally Jim
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