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By the time the sound hit me, I was at sea And making many amends For rapprochement By the angle In currented frontam But the crystal rot Was collapsing a pod And I felt little And compelled to complain For the rain to tell a tale It was all luck And for good, Said the qubit Which was put on sale- That afternoon And I had beautiful red hair And a swallowtail giving within Instructions to hear By my bedside and its lampstand And people were ten And counted rumours That could not connnect them To possibly me And possibly not me And we won in Uruguay Against the dictator

Jeff