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Sour Grapes
Your face is scrunched, wrinkled and pruned
Your nose is twitching, too
You’ve a case of sour grapes, my friend
I may come down with it soon
We were going along so smoothly
The day, the weather so clear
Our talk turned to your mother
The one you oh, so feared
And now the gloom has desended
The dark cloud over your head
The path you now have taken
Is the one we both so dread
The wrongs, the insults, the damage
Done years and years ago
Always to be remembered
Never to be let go
Mother stands conjured before you
Recounted, relived, revived
Larger than life she lingers
A ghost of your youthful pride
Our good day wasted
Spent wandering the past
Your case of sour grapes will never heal
Bitter to the last
Your face is scrunched, wrinkled and pruned
Your nose is twitching, too
You’ve a case of sour grapes, my friend
I may come down with it soon
We were going along so smoothly
The day, the weather so clear
Our talk turned to your mother
The one you oh, so feared
And now the gloom has desended
The dark cloud over your head
The path you now have taken
Is the one we both so dread
The wrongs, the insults, the damage
Done years and years ago
Always to be remembered
Never to be let go
Mother stands conjured before you
Recounted, relived, revived
Larger than life she lingers
A ghost of your youthful pride
Our good day wasted
Spent wandering the past
Your case of sour grapes will never heal
Bitter to the last
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