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4d
I'm not sure what time it is
But expect me to be late
If you have a hunch that we'll do lunch
I'll most likely be your dinner date

It's not like I don't know what's going on
And realize I have a problem
If anyone is to be late to this party
Count me as being the one

I've heard them say the day they dig the grave
I'll be late to my own funeral
That may be so but who's to know
Being cremated like a popcorn kernel

And with that said if there's any time left
I'll be late for even that
If there's any doubt, I'll run the clock out
That's one secret that's never been kept

So, don't agonize over the time
We've all heard it said that it's concept
And if you're looking for me, I can guarantee
If I'm not there yet, I'm still home in bed
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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