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The Dreamer

The Dreamer

When I was a kid I dreamed of being Steve Martin.

A wild and crazy guy.

In a white tuxedo.

Playing the banjo.

Bringing joyous laughs.

Now I wear scrubs.

And play a cherry-burst guitar.

And bring joyous laughs.

To those in need.

To those in pain.

Not exactly Steve Martin.

But good enough.

Sometimes good enough is great.