His name was Arthur Daley,
He was one of a kind,
He’d sell a clapped out Healey,
And laugh when you changed your mind,
The leaking oil, the rusty roof,
You thought you had a guarantee
He’d laugh at you and say “forsooth”,
It was fine when it left me.
AI Image of an American Arthur Daley
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Who is the most confident person you know?
The one who breezes into a room and holds the floor
The one who knows when it’s appropriate to open a door
The one who smiles even though they are tired
The one who always seems to be so inspired
The one no matter what happens next
Never seems to be really vexed
I admire them from afar and feel their presence in all I do
They’re the man in the song, “A Boy named Sue”.
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