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The number of maybes make me crazy.
The number of maybes make me lazy.
Maybe I’ll love a number one baby.
Maybe I’ll love to call you my lady.
Maybe I’ll be living by tomorrow.
Maybe I’ll be funny if you say so.
Am I a joke to you or a scarecrow?
Where are the birds that trespass the rainbow?
Maybe you’ll forever have the same glow.
Maybe you’ll forever be my hero.
Am I pronounced dead; that means time’s too slow.
Where are the words that can give me gusto?
The number of maybes make me crazy.
The number of maybes make me lazy.
Maybe I’ll love a number one baby.
Maybe I’ll love to call you my lady.
Isaiah Lawrence 