Verse 1 Woke up this morning With coffee on my mind, But a bad boy in the pipeline Put my plans in a bind. When the toilet roll spun empty, A thought crossed my mind: How many more rolls Before that last flush in time? Chorus How many more rolls? Cinnamon or spice? How many more rolls? It’s a toss of the dice. How many more rolls In the hay, can you say? How many more rolls? Before the end of our day? Verse 2 So now I am thoughtful With each hour of the day, Knowing there’s a limit To my earthly stay. How many rolls are Doled out in this life? We will all find out At the end of our strife. Chorus How many more rolls? Cinnamon or spice? How many more rolls? It’s a toss of the dice. How many more rolls In the hay, can you say? How many more rolls? Before the end of our day? Woke up this morning with coffee on my mind…
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Balance
We complain, blame God for Pain. Forget to give thanks for Pleasure. We suffer floods, curse His name, Forget to praise the sprouting Grain. Our world seethes in Yin, While gushing gracious Yang, Equal parts solace, Equal parts stain. His work, our dalliance: The Cross Road, Where eternal fortunes Hang.
— Gene Scott (20 August 21)
